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The hillbilly said she wouldn't mind if I ran inside to pay my cable bill so I did. Another hundred bucks down the drain but its better than staring at the walls. Next, two local runs from the mall and then an airport run. It was 4:30 so I used my cabbie instincts and got there in no time. Its kinda like Spiderman's spidey sense [I have a spider in my shower window named Trevor and when he gets too big and scary I'll move him outside but for now its nice to know he's there keeping watch]

Later I drove a lady home who had apparently gotten a haircut and she wondered if they'd recognize her at home. Her hair didn't look like it'd been cut but who am I to judge.

Then I took Betty down to Seven Eleven and back because she needed her butts. I hadn't seen Betty in quite a while because I'm on the 2nd shift, so she said where have you been? hiding? Yup I've been hiding. I said when are you gonna quit smokin' those things and she said "Don't you start, I only smoke a couple packs a week." Okay Betty, smoke your brains out.
Next on the agenda was a man with a bad knee, took him a few minutes to get in the car. The knee is a very complex little machine. It was raining hard at that time so I pulled into the bus lane under the canopy so he wouldn't get drenched. Unfortunately for him he left his cell phone in the back seat so he had to drag that leg out to the ramp where I was now parked to get his phone back. Almost everyone leaves their cell phone in the cab and we have drawers full of them in the office.
Later, the hillbilly's brother got caught in the rain and called for a ride. Normally he walks the 5 miles home every day.
Grabbed a nice couple off the Logan bus going to the Radisson. They're from Spokane, here for a wedding. "That's in Washington" they said.
"I know where Spokane is lady. I spent a week there one night."

Then Kevin had me driving up and down Peach Street looking for number 39 and I'll be damned if I could find it so in the meantime I grabbed a Shaws supermarket getting my exercise for the day with 5 trips to the house. No sooner had I sat back down when I came to find out that the customer was on Peak Street, not Peach. An honest dispatching mistake.
Lastly, a couple guys from Chicago went to TGI Friday's. I told them the White Sox were winning 1-0 but they were Cub fans and couldn't be less interested.