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an inresting journy with a cab driver |
I sit down and instantly the what was once holding a deck of cards now becomes an ash tray. I have a weird habit of turning anything into an ashtray ... beer can old pizza boxes or sometimes I hide them behind the bed , leaving the mess to the next person to occupy my tiny studio apartment. anyways Kevin that’s what im talking about a 10 min encounter and im not sure if its one of those encounters you remember forever or if its forgotten as son as I sober up. As im sitting through my second cigarette waiting for my cab I remember an excellent sweater that would perfectly coordinate with my current outfit, I wonder where did I leave it? can I reach it in time before Kevin my cab driver shows up. and if I don’t make it will Kevin even bother to honk before pulling off thinking that I somehow found another ride. will he be hurt? I take the risk , but I don’t run , I think all large breasted women try to avoid running , its just awkward , except those women on baywach for them it works. I make it back and suck down two more cigarettes to the filter and flick them into the neighbors potted plant. I hate Kevin I’ve been out here for like 30 minutes. I go inside and call the snobby receptionist for kevins cab company. she assures me only 15 more min before calling me hun like six times and I hang up. I go out side and decide that instead of sucking down two more cigarettes back to back ill wait and see how long I can hold out. I think that maybe this ten min free from cigarettes that im preventing my self from emphysema and lung cancer, my god and if I was pregnant. cigaret already in my mouth I reach for my matches and here comes Kevin. I hate cab drivers but im just glad he’s not black. when I get in the car I can already tell this whack job thinks that he has a shot with me, and so the incessant babbling starts "hi im Kevin" I don’t introduce myself I just nod. Kevin looks 40ish and slightly balding he was wearing what appeared to be those wire police shades and was dressed in a slightly mismatched blue sweatsuit. as he droned on about the weather and how we both live in florida I wonder to myself could I have sex with Kevin I notice how fat his thighs were and thought that it was abnormal to see a med build guy with such fat girly thighs. I wouldn’t have sex with Kevin. I get out of the cab and imeadiatly light a cigarette. |