No really: I don't want to drive you to Thunder Valley for 50 dollars, when I could run several 10 to 20 dollar runs in the couple of hours it takes to get to you, get you up there, and get back into town.
And then the next day, when you tell me all about the almost twenty thousand dollars you won, and how you spent it, and how much you put in the bank, and how much you gave your buddies, and the chick who showed up and hung around after you won, and how now you want to go back up there because you are on a streak: Don't you think maybe I would like a big tip, and not another request for a discount?
I was washing my car one day off, wearing shorts and flip flops, and without any of my official cabbie paperwork or permits, when an old guy accosts me before I can put my quarters in the vacuum. He wants to know how much to Thunder Valley. I told him 70 dollars, and he jumped in the front seat, gave me 70 dollars, and told me to hurry up and get down the street. He looked both ways better than I ever did on a school day, and told me to hurry again. Then I saw the old woman running down the street yelling at my cab, even though I knew she couldn't see inside. Old man told me we had to get down the road before his wife could catch up.
Wow..........I didn't know how to feel about all that. I got up on the freeway at Reed Ave. and booked it to the casino. He was in a hurry there too; jumped out and disappeared.
So I had 70 bucks I wasn't expecting that day. I parked and went in, in sloppy car washing clothes. I needn't have worried about that. Some of those people actually looked homeless. And some were all dressed up too, but it looked like a "come as you are" party. I got on a quarter machine, and went through 20 dollars in no time. I thought 50 dollars on my day off was a good thing, and drove back home.
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