Cab 13

I thought to myself this, to a non-cab driver sounds unbelievable, but not as unbelievable as the mysterious young lady who was my next customer. Stepping into my cab, I could not help but notice she was dressed in black from head to toe and how her attire contrasted with her beautiful blonde hair. Since she sat in the front seat, I assumed she wanted to talk, but I only had difficulty whenever I tried to engage her in conversation! There was some kind of strange uneasiness about her. Her deep-set eyes would star back at me as to try to talk. When she stepped out of the cab, she turned to me and said, "You are lucky you did not try anything with me. I am The Devil!" This was a full moon night and I let him go, giving no reply to his declaration.

After leaving this scene I sensed I was not in a very good mood and to be more exact, I was in a very rotten mood. Knowing I should take a break, the train pulled in and not having too much time to reflect on this idea in a minute I had three customers to transport to different parts of town in my cab, and I proceeded to bring them to their destinations in logical order. The guy in the front seat, obviously a businessman with his pretty suit, tie and briefcase, protested, as he thought I should drop him off first. This would make no sense and I politely let him know this I would not do. He then started to whine and get on my nerves, declaring, "You are not a service company!"

Whatever this meant, I cared not to judge, and as he continued to whine, I burst out, "You know, you are a big baby, you know that? You have probably been bothering people all day at work and now you think it's the cab driver's turn. Forget about it! It's not going to work!" He still wouldn't shut up about my company not being a service company. I then retaliated, "What do you want? Do you want us to get you some lollipops?" and, reaching over, "and what flavor would you like, Sir?" he then started to curse at me and I let him know, "Oh, now you're swearing at me! You know, Sir, I could put you out right here, but I'm not going to do that. I'll take you where you want to go!" He kept quiet for the rest of the trip, said goodnight and handed me a dollar tip. I guess he enjoyed my performance.

Knowing I was getting a little too wild and fearing for my own safety and the safety of my customers, I was glad to hear, "Car 13, pick up one more call for me, then you can bring it in. He is waiting on the corner of Main and Elm." Pulling my cab up to this location my customer, getting into my cab, started to plead, "Can you take me to Washington Park for $3.00?" I hesitated, then yelled, "Come on." Not trusting him, I did not open my shield and only proceeded with caution to this dangerous area of town. Nearing our destination, I thought I heard a faint voice whisper, "Turn around." Having been held up so many times, I remember such a faint voice, and it always meant trouble! Not being sure what to expect, I waited until I heard again, "Turn around." As I glanced around, I saw an object pointing at me. What was I to think; was it a gun or what was it? Thinking this was an attempted hold-up, I exclaimed, "No, you are not going to hold me up. I'm getting tired of being held up, you are not going to get any money from me!" Taking hold of my microphone, I announced to the dispatcher, "Chet, grab your gun and meet me in front of the office, I'm taking this guy in, he's trying to hold me up!" Driving like a madman, in and out of traffic at high speed, I arrived on the scene where Chet was waiting with both hands positioned pointing his gun at my customer yelling, "Don't move m-f- or I'll blow your head off. Don't even budge!" My customer froze. The police arrived on the scene about 7 squad cars and instead of apprehending my passenger, went after Chet, who was still bravely pointing his gun at the suspect!