Was tooling out SE Stark a few nights ago and got stopped at a light next to a fairly young lad of about 22 or so in his little low-riding, hot-rod Acura. I wouldn't even have noticed except that he was revving his engine like "they" do. He keeps it up until I finally look over and he's staring at me. I just flash him a peace sign and go with the light. He paces me for a bit until we get stuck at the next light together.
He: Hey. HEY!!
Me: Hi there. Wassup?
He: Can I get your number?
Me: It's plastered all over the car, I can wait here while you write it down. *grin*
He: No, no no no. I want YOUR number. One to call you directly.
Me: Oddly enough, I get this often. Ah, sorry. I can't take personal calls. If you need a cab call the number on the side of the car.
He: I don't want a CAB, I want you. Lemme have your number.
Me: You can't have me. And no.
He: Aw, c'mon ... lemme have your phone number.
Me: Sorry. I'm workin' here.
He: How about you just suck my dick then, bitch?!
Me: As much fun as THAT sounds, I'm gonna pass.
And I took an immediate left in the middle of the road, he kept going straight.
About 2 minutes later a msg comes across my 'puter screen telling me that someone just called in and complained about my driving and "something that was said". WHAT??? Little ... punk ... sonofa ... Arghhh!! "you need to come in the ofc on Monday and speak to the supv"
So I did. And of course it doesn't matter what I said, I was still in the wrong because someone had to call and complain. Pssht. I've heard it said that we are "targets" because of the numbers on the car, but I never thought I would be one. Man, once we start getting in trouble for not sucking someone's dick the whole cab driving world is going to change. ;o)