I heard the cops were looking for me today. They called United Cab, staked out my house (ya, right, a Goddamn motel room), put out an APB. In Short, they where breathing down my neck. I had to hide from them like a criminal. Finally, I went by the police station on Tampa Bay and had a nice conversation with the officer that was assigned to my case. Everything was cool.
What was funny was a news crew was driving by and saw the cab parked out front and the cops talking to me, and they pulled in. This reporter dude jumps out and wants to know if I am the cabbie that was hit by Aquib Tallib. Now how cool is that? I was really tempted to say yes. If the cops weren't there, I would have given him an interview and pretended I was the guy. They may have even put it on the air. Man, you got to love this shit.
When I got back in my cab, it would not start. I have been towed into the shop everyday this week for electrical problems. Instead of fixing it, they just try to blame the mechanic who was the last one to work on it.
I got a better idea. Why don't they just put me in something that runs and does not have 5,000,000,00,000,000,325 miles on it. Forget about the inconvenience, this has really cost me alot of money. They have no loner cabs, so I have to wait for hours for them to get around to it.
I am loading right now a video of my new friend of mine that hangs out at the Burger King on Dale Mabry and Columbus. He loves Whoppers, but not the tomatoes. When he sees my cab, he comes over. He is sort of motley looking, but boy, can he fly!! Check out this video!
Your friend is a female Boat-tailed Grackle.
Best,
P.
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Posted by: paulie | Friday, 21 August 2009 at 08:36 PM