The coffee spill situation is relatively under control for now (you'll check yourself later)so you look up at the old man and the young woman with the baby.
" Ok. You two have got to be jerking my chain here. You both know this is the Tucson Airport don't you? "
"If you say so." says the old man.
"Sure. Whatever. I guess." says the young woman, shifting her baby to the other hip. "Can we just go?"
You are a patient person so you try to explain. " Ok. Here's how it works. I have a taxi cab. You tell me where you want to go and I take you there. Then you pay me and everybody's happy. See ?"
" OK." says the old guy. " I get it."
He stands up and walks closer. You get a real good look at him. He looks to be about 60, scraggly eyebrows, pock-marked face, and thin, loose skin sticking to a medium frame.He was wearing a green ball cap with a yellow G on it, a button down cardigan sweater over a white dress shirt, no tie and some baggy Dickies. His shiny black shoes seemed to be brand new and looked much too big for him.
"Let's go to Baton Rouge. " the young woman interrupts, wiping some baby goo from her shoulder.
" Baton Rouge?" you say. " That's in Louisiana! Lady. This is Arizona. You don't want to take a cab from Arizona to Louisiana. It would cost you a small fortune!"
The young woman shrugs her shoulders and sighs, "sounded like a fun trip to me."
You narrow your eyes at her and start wondering what these two are up to. The old man had wandered around to the back of the cab draggin a few of his bags on the cart behind him.
" Can you open this for me? " he says. " I think it must be locked."
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