Swing low

I picked up the gentleman just outside of the "world famous" UP and Up bar. Now, I don't exactly know what this particular establishment is world famous for but in my most recent experience it has been for producing incredibly drunk "I just turned 21!"s who stumble into my cab. I then have to rush the spinning sophomores to their home before they expel their "world famous," burrito (consumed earlier at "Casa Que Pasa") onto my already filthy floor mats.

So keeping my usual experience in mind I was more than happy to chauffeur this mature looking, slightly swaying fella to his home. He works for the carpenters union as an apprentice, hes done with school, wants to try living in Alaska etc etc...

We reached his home shortly and I let him know what he owed me (14.95 if I remember correctly) He then took out his credit card.
"We only take cash," I let him know.
"Oh man, well I only have like 4 dollars."
We both contemplated the situation for a few moments before he asked me
"Do you like white chicks?"
If pressed for preference I would normally say that I go for more ethnic looking women but the sake of simplicity I said, "Sure."
He then replied, "Do you wanna get down?"

At this point my mind was racing. I figured that this guy, with his little carpentry experience had a crudely made pen full of writhing white women. I figured, as I unbuckled my seat belt, that I could at the very least witness the sex den made of old pallets and plywood and then scurry to my running cab. I would then alert the authorities to the aryan sex trade happening under their very noses.

I reached for the door handle just as our friend reached into his pocket, and I backpedaled out of my splintery, pale fantasy. I saw the little bag of white powder in his hand. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and disappointment at the same time. I thought to myself "God, people can be so boring."

I let the guy out in his driveway still holding his little bag of boredom, and with my newly earned four dollars I made a note to myself to learn a bit more about drug slang. I don't want to get my hopes up again for no reason.