TAXI Driver
MAY 24, 2007
Crap Mobile
My driver was only a few years older than me, he's not wearing a shirt and sweating and cursing every other vehicle with a thick Bronx accent.
He offers me one of his cans of Budweiser. We've got the radio blasting, we're drinking hot beer and he goes flying through a red light almost running over ten people in the crosswalk.
He should get a Speedo.
He got back in and drove off before the cops came.
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