herbie?

There's a wicked thunderstorm out there. On the drive home the sky was lit up like daylight and then the rain came. My wipers could barely keep up and I felt like I was under water. I like a good storm. God's fireworks. Earlier today I drove a lady that we call Herbie because she lives on Herbert Road, no one knows her real name. She told me she's terrified of thunderstorms because she heard that lightning can strike you while you are in your bed. Yeah, well ya gotta go somehow and that'd be pretty exciting wouldn't it? Herbie doesn't mind the thunder as much as the lightning and she seemed confused when I tried to explain they are the same thing, thunder being the sound from the lightning strike. Poor Herbie is probably laying awake right now waiting for that 50 million volts.

Drove a couple Brits over to F-One Boston. I need to check that place out sometime. Then, I took a lady to the airport who paid by credit card and so I noticed the last name Hyatt, like the hotel. Could she have been the Hyatt version of Paris Hilton?
My next fare was Herbie heading home to Herbert. Then I cruised the mall and found a dude headed up to Squantum and we must have talked about something but I forget now. I went back to the mall and there were 6 Britishers looking for an Indian restaurant because they hadn't had any decent curry since they'd been here so me and Radar took them over to Punjab.
Later I drove an Indian gent to a tattoo parlor in Abington so he could get some ink. Apparently tattoos are taboo back home but his was to be on his upper arm where no one would notice. A permanent souvenir from America I suppose. My last fare tonight was a young girl with a 6 week old little boy in tow. She couldn't have been more than 19, that can't be easy. She seemed fine with it though as if it was perfectly normal and I guess maybe it is.

Well, good night everyone and especially good night Herbie.