Four Classy Ladies

    Oh ya! Those 4 women I got in front of Chargin's.
    This happened a few months ago, in cooler weather. Doing my slow cruise, saw a few people ahead as I passed 2 cabs parked at TuMe. I parked and observed. Really, I'm looking for any sign that they are outside for anything other than a smoke break. There were still two women outside when I parked, and people were sticking their heads out the big door and going back in. I noticed the two 30ish women were dressed alike: Light blue tailored jeans, black spike heal boots, and black tops and jackets. Both had long brown hair with bangs of the curling iron curtain type. One of them was dominating the conversation with all kinds of "Fuck yous", "Fuck hers", and "I don't give a fucks". She looked for a split second at me looking, and made a point to ignore me. And on with: "Fuck Becky!".
      She stays outside smoking when her clone pushed the swinging door in and came out with two more copies. Her 3 minions pile into the back seat of the cab, while she looks to me like she's searching her brain for a reason to object, but then takes her place in the front seat, and looks right at me like she expects a show. I said: "Where to"?
      Don't even remember who told me to head east, and finally detailed it to La-Riv. They were all excited about some other chick they tried to talk about, but Mother Fuckyou interupted every other word. Still they kept trying to start sentences, but the fuck yous, fuck hers, and fuck Beckys just kept coming. Someone suggested Jack in the Box, and I tried to confirm. I noticed Mother Fuckyou had her face at my shoulder level, looking right at my right arm. I ignored her and got a final decision to go to the McDonald's on College Town. She kept interrupting everything the gals in the back tried to say, and they kept trying. We zooped right into the drive through, with only one vehicle in front, and already past the speaker box.
      The order was taken through the window behind me, while Mother Fuckyou still had her face at my arm, with one hand up guarding the other, as I was pretty sure she had her middle finger up behind it. She was grinning and looking at her gals. Her face just got too close to me. I said: "Get your face outa mine!".  She did, but looked behind her, and started putting her hands on the radio. I told her to stop it, and keep her hands off the equipment. She did the old snaky hands all over everything move, and I had to just tell her to get out. We were still behind a small white pick up. Mother Fuckyou actually told me she didn't have to get out. I very calmly told her: "Yes you do". One of the clones asked if they had to get out too. I said only their friend in front had to. But another one declared that she too would get out, if her friend had to. I reminded them all that they owed me 15 dollars. The ones in back all scrambled to gather it up, as front lady just sat there objecting. She told them no one had to pay, if they had to get out. No one made a move to get out, but one tried to slip a credit card to Front lady. She tried to take it when she finally saw it, but she was drunk enough to keep forgetting her objective, and the card slipped to the floor. I ended up with 15 dollars cash, and unlocked all the doors. I don't think Front one noticed she could have opened her door anyway, but they all got out at the same time, discussing how they would get their food. The truck was gone, and they just walked in front of my car, while I stayed where I was. They discussed it with the window guy, mostly not looking at me, but at one point front lady gave me the evil eye, smiled, and ever so delicately stepped back two paces, so I could not pass. One companion noticed and copied her move. The other 2 just looked worried. I filled out my log, and when I looked up, they were gone.
      I could have avoided the whole thing................. I decided to let them in because I kinda knew they were going east. I saw enough dollar signs to justify what I thought would just be haughty insinuations of my station vs. hers. I guess she was too drunk to be subtle. But I won. I got paid, and I would be surprised if all 3 of those women were still her friends: One maybe. Not all 3.