Anyway, interesting thing happened to me on the way home from work today. My car broke down and it was snowing terribly. Those streets were mean, man. So I hailed a cab and got a ride home from him. The taxi driver was a pretty good fella, I must say. And he must've been an aviator in a previous life because that guy didn't drive that car, he piloted it. I asked him to take me directly home but he insisted on taking me to the casino, so I ended up listen to a crapload of New York stories all the way down. He pulled into the parking lot and there was this loud rapping sound on my window. "Who's that knocking at my door?" I thought. This raging bull of a man was trying to get into the car, and had the taxi driver not sped away at that very moment, the thug would've bringing out the dead had he got ahold of me, because I nearly suffered a heart attack. That would've been my last waltz. So the cabbie took me back home. I was so rattled I wanted him to make a stop a liquor store, but it was after hours so I couldn't get in. So he dropped me off at my place, and because he "saved my life" (as he put it), the bastard charged me DOUBLE? All he sees is the color of money, apparently.
Happy 63rd Marty!
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Who the hell is Marty?
Anyway, interesting thing happened to me on the way home from work today. My car broke down and it was snowing terribly. Those streets were mean, man. So I hailed a cab and got a ride home from him. The taxi driver was a pretty good fella, I must say. And he must've been an aviator in a previous life because that guy didn't drive that car, he piloted it. I asked him to take me directly home but he insisted on taking me to the casino, so I ended up listen to a crapload of New York stories all the way down. He pulled into the parking lot and there was this loud rapping sound on my window. "Who's that knocking at my door?" I thought. This raging bull of a man was trying to get into the car, and had the taxi driver not sped away at that very moment, the thug would've bringing out the dead had he got ahold of me, because I nearly suffered a heart attack. That would've been my last waltz. So the cabbie took me back home. I was so rattled I wanted him to make a stop a liquor store, but it was after hours so I couldn't get in. So he dropped me off at my place, and because he "saved my life" (as he put it), the bastard charged me DOUBLE? All he sees is the color of money, apparently.
Anyway, it was a strange day.
But seriously, who the hell is Marty?
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