I stopped by the Seven-Eleven on P street in Georgetown for few minutes and while I was returning to my cab, this woman came out of no where and said "Excuse me, are you the driver of this cab?".
She was dressed in all black, long skirt and a funny looking hat, pretty much she looked like a witch. She has to be the whitest person I have ever seen in my life. I can see through her pale skin every bit of her blood vessels on her arms. She wanted to go few blocks to the CVS store on DuPont Circle pick up stuff and driven back to 27th street in Georgetown where I picked her up from. She sat on the front seat and started digging in to her bag for over two minutes and I was like "what's up with this freak! Is she looking for her gun and smoke my ass?"
Cab drivers, especially those of us who drive at night are the most paranoid creatures you will ever encounter with. I don't care if Mother Teressa is in my back seat, I wouldn't trust that old bag at all, I here about those nuns with guns all the time! Finally she found the NyQuil coupons she was looking for and she said. "Now we are in business, it's going to be ten minutes or less and I will be right back and please don't leave me!"
I pulled up right at the circle to wait for her and started to stare at my windshield like I always do.While I was waiting for the witch, a cop pulls up behind me and I thought he was going to harass my ass. It turned out to be an officer I know that used to be one of the retards that I went to middle school with. We chatted for a while and he gave me his wife's Mary Kay business card, he was pretty much begging me to order some shit from the catalog he was carrying around. DC cops are getting desperate man! Someone needs to start paying those cats.
The witch returned twenty minutes later with a bag full of night time NyQuil! Isn't that in middle school you try get high on that shit? Maybe she got the mother of all flu or something, I don't know man. All I know is after she paid me for the ride, she also hooked me up with one of the NyQuils and said "you never know when you're gonna need one of these!"
It's going to be party time at Mr. Mad Cabbie's apartment.
Please don't forget the homeless,