Rita is 87 years old, or so she thinks. Her mind left her quite some time ago so now she takes a cab to and from a very nice place where she and other like minded individuals get together and have the same conversation over and over. And over. Rita is always a little nervous because she doesn't remember anything. Poor thing asked me today 3 times if the cab was paid for. Of course it is all prearranged by her son so she has a place to go every other day or so to get out and socialize. All part of the big plan I suppose. Its a mad world.
Later I drove a family to the airport, headed to Florida and a cruise.
It took us a while to get everything into the trunk because there were the parents and 3 kids with a lot of stuff but we got it all in there. Its all geometry. Nice family, good tip.
I drove a New Yorker, a Met fan who hates the Yankees more than I do, to the Amtrak Station in Westwood. He did give me some crap about the Super Bowl, I guess we have that coming. I told him I'll see him and his stinkin' Mets in the World Series.
Or in Hell.
Later I drove a family to the airport, headed to Florida and a cruise.
It took us a while to get everything into the trunk because there were the parents and 3 kids with a lot of stuff but we got it all in there. Its all geometry. Nice family, good tip.
I drove a New Yorker, a Met fan who hates the Yankees more than I do, to the Amtrak Station in Westwood. He did give me some crap about the Super Bowl, I guess we have that coming. I told him I'll see him and his stinkin' Mets in the World Series.Or in Hell.
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