Day four of Taxi driving, and so far I haven't been stabbed or robbed. I don't believe that I could ever make a career out of this type of work however. I haven't quite figured out where my responsibilities begin or end as a paid chauffeur.
Last night an incredibly drunk man tried to strangle his fiance in the back seat. The woman took it surprisingly well, as if maybe it happens all the time? I found myself caught between trying to decide to throw them both out of the cab, just him, or just her. I figured that if I threw them both out the strangulation might continue street-side with no witnesses to speak of. If I threw just the gent out he would probably stumble his way home eventually and the neck squeezing would resume. I could throw just her out but the co-habitation issue would still exist, and I don't know what would be more terrifying: waiting for your abusive lover to come home, or knowing that he's waiting for you when you get home.
As it turned out, just a moment after I had decided to run the lot of us off of the nearest bridge, the favorite song of our friend "Jack the gripper" came on the radio, and he released his grip so that he might begin singing loudly and drumming on the back of my headrest. And we all lived happily ever after. THE END
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Did you take that picture? I like the graphic for the story.
I did take that picture. I don't know who killed the deer or decided to impale it with a log. So I can't take credit for that.
i found myself reading these stories aloud to my roommates, and sort of feeling like ira glass.
high-five.
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