Lets get a cab!

     Those 4 little words I love to hear, as I screech to a halt: "Lets get a cab!" They are why I keep my passenger side window open, as I drive along the far right lanes of every midtown street. And if I stop, they all get in. If I hear it, they are committed.
     "Are there any liquor stores open around here?" No, but if we get to Safeway in the next few minutes, you can still buy it right up till 2am. "Why do liquor stores close before they have to?!" Because they don't want fights to break out with people who picked out their booze at 3 minutes till, and had to stand in line behind every one else, only to find it is 2:06, and the clerk is not going to sell it to them. So Safeway it is.
      I just love desperate social drinkers: Drinks with dinner, drinks at the 2 or 3 different bars they had to cab to, one after the other, and now that the clubs are closing: Gotta get more booze for drinking at Jennifer's, or Brittney's, or Cody's. Then it gets even better going through the Del-Taco drive through. 28 bucks an hour.
      Well, you know what I really like? Aw! Shuckins! I like when the above described young people get my card, call me over and over as the weeks and months go by. They party, they yell, they mate, and unmate, and lament the fates of other matings. They begin to chat about drinking too much, not getting to work on time the next day, how the best buddy shouldn't drink as much as he does, because he's such an asshole when he does. How the friend said something stupid, and lost his girlfriend, or the girlfriend drank so much she forgot who she came to the party with.
       Time goes by, and I see the group(s) less and less. I wonder if they found another taxi they like better.... No: when they call, I find smaller groups, or couples. They talk about new jobs, new girlfriends, going to their friend's weddings, new engagements. Sometimes I get sent to pick up parents, or take them to family get togethers, rather than bars and parties.
        I freakin love it.