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Waddaya want from me.

I had to drive this huge '94 caprice classic station wagon tonight. It's bigger than my apartment.
It handles like a boat but it's nice and comfortable big and roomy. The cigarette lighter works, so i can run my zen through the radio. The only thing I ask is that people address me as "Admiral."
Tonight's passenger list included:

• A couple going to the airport for a trip to Florida to visit his brother. She was acting very nervous because she's afraid of flying. They're a little worried that their son might possibly invite half the town for a 3 day party [memo to self: develop screenplay for 'home alone four']
• Next was a very pretty young lady who I'd had [in the cab] before. Nice. ya know, nice.
• A gent headed to the T from Weymouth spoke in Spanish on his cell phone for the 15 minute trip.
• A nurse that has been riding with us lately. Some kind of accent. Scandinavian? German? Something.
• The older lady who had visited her very elderly mother.
• A guy headed down to the yacht club to pick up his car. The wife would've driven him but she has wicked back pain. She's probably going to need surgery.
• A slightly mysterious, quiet man but a good tipper.
• The short term memory loss dude made stops for beer and smokes. He could easily have picked up the smokes at the liquor store but he forgot.
• And 4 other rides that have been edited out. Left on the cutting room floor as it were.
  

The Phillies won the world series. What else can i tell ya. Waddaya want from me.