Angela needed some more of the gum that keeps the cancer away and we needed milk and bread. So, I walked to the drug store (open ’till midnight), drinking a can of Keiths on the way (yes, I know about the open Liquor laws, AKA stupidity for the sake of it) and got a few things (there was a sale on cheese and I do love a nice old nippy cheddar!).
I got my stuff and was heading out of the store. I’d walked a lot today (Caleb to school, errands after work uptown, to the drug store) and I figured that I’d get a ride home, since there was a cab outside the drug store who seemed to be waiting for far too long. So, I go out to his window and ask if he’s waiting for a fare. He says that he has one inside but he could call for another one over the radio. During our conversation, his vehicle was running quite unevenly. I figured that maybe due to the cold weather, his car might be a bit out of time, as I had seen this happen to our Le Baron and the Horizon once (3 hour repair job on that beast). By the way, this guy looks like the guy in the truck that picked up Stallone’s chracter in “Rhinestone”, saying “Git in….Ah Sayid GIT IN!”
He gets word back and tells me that he can take me. So, I get in and he begins to back out of the parking space and pull out into the lot, without the fare he was waiting for. I’m just figuring, “You snooze, you lose.” and think nothing much of it. After all, he’s gotta make a living.
So then the car stalls.
Yep, I’m in a cab 1/2 way out into the main drag of the parking lot in a dead cab. I’m thinking that I deserve this for being too lazy to walk back home. Turns out that he ran out of gas. The previous driver hadn’t topped up the tank before he turned in the car and the gas guage doesn’t work on that car so who’d know? After this fune event, the couple that he was waiting for finally mosey out of the store, looking for their ride. So they get ito the stalled car as well. The cabbie calls his dispatcher to get a can of gas sent over.
So, here we are. Me, the 200 year old toothless, unshaven cabbie (from a company that I never use, ever), and the couple, comprised of moaning, whimpery morphine-doped she and protective, condescending he. After about 7 or 8 minutes, another cab arrives with a can of gas and we’re on our way. While the cabbie was out filling his gas tank, the guy asks if he was taking off on them. I concur that he was indeed. Guy says nothing much. So, with a few gallons of gas in the tank, the cab starts and we’re off.
I tell the cabbie to take the couple home first, as she’s really wimpering and I feel bad for he, as I know he’s caring for her as for a small child (I went out with someone who reacted to illness and pain the same way she did – a TAD overboard). Of course, its after they get there and she gets out to toss her cookies in the driveway that he says she’s had morphine at the hospital. So the woozie actions have a bit of justification, I guess. After they almost got left to fend for themselves and then had to wait for gas for their chariot, the cabbie charges them $10! The guy still takes it (do you think his ass is sore from the reaming?), forking over his credit card for the fare, as this cab company accepts debit and credit cards.
200 year old cabbie fumbles with the debit machine (a wireless job that’s kinda neat) and is not getting anywhere fast. After the 7th or 8th try at swiping the card for the transaction, the guy paying looks at the display on the unit and says, “I thionk that you just have to push ‘OK’”. So cabbie does and the transaction completes. Guy gets out and “git in” cabbie finally drives me home. The 10 minute walk home turned into the 45 minute blog material.
To think that if I’d have just brought another can of Keiths to walk home with, I’d have been home sooner!
Now, do you really think that I could have made that one up?