My first night working for the taxi company

Sometimes, it hits me! Something happens and I think " Man, I really wish so and so was here so we could share this moment." Tonight, while eating dinner out, I really wished my friend, Cheryl, was with me so we could joke about the lady having dinner next to me. I know joking about her would lead us to talk and laugh about our most infamous night out.

 There was not anything spectacular about the lady eating next to us but she reminded me of some ladies we shared a cab home with one night.

 I met Cheryl and Geoff over at Put in Bay one night and we had one too many.  Once we got back to the mainland, I didn't even have money for a cab but my friends we're looking out. We grabbed a cab...aka..big, white van that holds about 20 people. Think the kind of van kidnapping stories are made of. We piled in with some people from the trailer park and three older ladies. I called shotgun! Cheryl' and Geoff were in the last row.

The trailer park people were  annoyed  (apparently) that we had to talk a little louder than normal to communicate as I was in the front seat and Cheryl And Geoff were in the back. They got out the van, beat on the window and flicked us off.  How rude.

Time to drop off the older ladies.  The entire time to their home they bragged about how nice it was.  As we were dropping them off, I asked where the nice house was.  Apparently, we were sitting the driveway.  Whoops!  Cheryl and I still laugh about that "open mouth, insert foot" debacle.

Finally, we get to Geoff and Cheryl's house where the cab driver informs me that we have a few pick ups before he can take me home because I live out of the way. Geoff fixes me a cocktail for the long night of taxi driving/riding I have ahead of me and me and the After Hours cabbie are on our way.  We picked up several people and dropped them off at their destinations.  We talked and laughed. I can't even explain what this guy looked like but think long, stringy, greasy hair...about 100 pounds, scruffy, dirty....someone I'd never give the time of  day.  When I got home (an hour later), I tried to pay him.  He told me that he enjoyed my company so much he didn't want to take my money. I insisted that he did (it wasn't my money, after all,...it was Geoff and Cheryl's).

I tease them, now, that the cabbie could've killed me and they would've never seen me again and Cheryl always a agrees that it wasn't our best decision ever BUT it all worked out.

Anyway, the whole point of this story was because the lady at dinner reminded me of the older ladies in the cab that night.

 What I wouldn't give to have another night like that with  them but for now...I'm just going to be happy that the cab driver didn't kill me.

(And Cheryl and Geoff, I still owe you ten bucks! 😛)

XOXO
Emily