I'm loathe to leave his number, even as I indict him here.
(Also, I didn't take a receipt, so my recall of the number is sketchy.)
Maybe if he wasn't driving around New York with a trunk full of porn, I wouldn't have reason to write about him.
His car was clean.
He helped me with my suitcase.
He ignored my histrionic cell-phone call.
But he kept them in a big, clear trash bag.
Trashy.
Showing posts with label re-ride. Show all posts
Showing posts with label re-ride. Show all posts
2.25.2008
2.21.2008
Things, Some
- Something about festival dailies.
- Something about frozen dumplings.
- Something about that stranger, leaning against the doors for the entire ride, writing alternating lines in blue pen and in black pen in a tiny notebook, and never messing up, and balancing.
- Something about Botox and sweating.
- Something about where they keep the carts at night and when it's cold.
- Something about this being the block where I lost you.
- Something about the bakery staying open for one more holiday's haul.
2.14.2008
Away Message
My away message had a link to this blog.
This is what I found when I returned to the computer:
bonniesnow: Jennifer, are you dating a cab driver?!
bonniesnow: I don't understand.
bonniesnow: Why don't you tell me about these things?!
bonniesnow: It's okay if you're dating a cab driver.
bonniesnow: We should talk.
bonniesnow: It's not okay if you're dating a cab driver. It's WEIRD!!!
bonniesnow: Just because a boy tells you that you're pretty doesn't mean that you have to go out with him.
bonniesnow: I tell you that you're pretty.
bonniesnow: I think you should call me.
This is what I found when I returned to the computer:
bonniesnow: Jennifer, are you dating a cab driver?!
bonniesnow: I don't understand.
bonniesnow: Why don't you tell me about these things?!
bonniesnow: It's okay if you're dating a cab driver.
bonniesnow: We should talk.
bonniesnow: It's not okay if you're dating a cab driver. It's WEIRD!!!
bonniesnow: Just because a boy tells you that you're pretty doesn't mean that you have to go out with him.
bonniesnow: I tell you that you're pretty.
bonniesnow: I think you should call me.
2.12.2008
Backseat Shooter: 2C68
There was a kite and a beach and a family and a fight and there was a cab, and it was out of place, and it made them laugh. A little.
1.31.2008
You Are Trying To Break My Heart
Apparently, “3N23” stands for "I am trying to hit that girl as she crosses Delancey."
Not “hit on.”
Hit.
Not “hit on.”
Hit.
1.30.2008
You Give Girls A Bad Name
"Do you like me more than dinner?" she asked.
(I should mention: they were clearly on a first date.)
His response, "Dinner as a concept, or this dinner?"
Then, and without hesitation, she started to cry.
He waited what I thought was an appropriate amount of time (two minutes), he put down some money, presumably for the check, and he left.
She sat, still, at the table, and cried.
He doubled back, and handed her a twenty-dollar bill, "For your cab home."
(I should mention: they were clearly on a first date.)
His response, "Dinner as a concept, or this dinner?"
Then, and without hesitation, she started to cry.
He waited what I thought was an appropriate amount of time (two minutes), he put down some money, presumably for the check, and he left.
She sat, still, at the table, and cried.
He doubled back, and handed her a twenty-dollar bill, "For your cab home."
1.29.2008
GL41
GL41?
IL4G?
(sigh)
I've forgotten your number.
But you were sweet, hipster cab driver.
And that song by that band, that has the line about cabs --
do you play it for all the girls?
IL4G?
(sigh)
I've forgotten your number.
But you were sweet, hipster cab driver.
And that song by that band, that has the line about cabs --
do you play it for all the girls?
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