I get sent to pick up a feller at about 10:30p from a church near the convention center and am to take him to the outer skirts of Tigard ... about 25 minutes. (Or in cab driver mileage ... about 55 dollars.) He is already on the phone when he gets in but asks the talkee to hold a moment while he gives me directions.
This is his conversation:
Yeah, I'm back.
Can you hear me?
I sound like I'm in a tunnel?
Can you hear me?
Yeah, the window is open.
Can you hear me?
I can't hear you.
Yes.
Yes.
The window is open.
Can you hear me?
A tunnel? Really?
Which tunnel do you suppose?
Can you hear me?
The window is down.
Yeah.
The window is down.
I don't know.
Can you hear me?
I can hear you.
The Lincoln Tunnel maybe?
Can you hear me?
The window is down.
I can hear you.
I'm exhausted.
A tunnel.
The window is down.
I'm so tired.
The bus didn't show.
I'm in a cab.
The window is down.
Just like a tunnel.
The window is down.
At this point I had enough. I rolled up his window 'cuz I just couldn't take it any longer.
Yeah.
Can you hear me?
The window is up.
Yes.
She put it up.
The cab driver.
The window IS up.
Still a tunnel?
A quieter tunnel maybe?
I can hear you.
Can you hear me?
The window is up.
I'm exhausted.
The window is up.
Can you hear me?
I swear that if I hadn't have picked this fella up at a church I would have gotten him one step closer to his God.
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And people can do this for hours. I've heard the same type of conversation waiting in the various lines of life, tickets, supermarket checkouts, etc, etc.
I'll be passing through your fare city on my way to BC tomorrow. I will wave at all the cabs I see.
Funny stuff. You always make me smile.
i am seriously losing my shit laughing so hard at my desk reading this.
omg, he sounded like a meth freak..
Fantastic. lol
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