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 The moment I stepped inside the cab, I knew it. That smell hit me like a tackle in backyard football. My cab driver was high as a kite. I couldn't back out because I had already given directions and was situated. I thought he didn't hear me right, so I said my directions again and he said, "I... know. I... know." And we crawled off at the speed of a turtle. He meandered along the roads, often ignoring lanes (then again, I don't think lanes exist when it comes to driving in New York). But oh man, every now and then he would floor it and I'd be thrown back into my seat. At one point the light went yellow and we were still flying down the road. I closed my eyes and thanked myself for buckling up. He slammed on the brakes and I hurtled forward. We stopped right in front of the crosswalk-- not an inch over, not an inch behind. Right on the spot. We were almost near my destination when he sneezed. I said, "Bless you," and he mumbled, "Thank you" behind his handkerchief. That's when he started telling me about Dunkin' Donuts and how he buys the same thing everyday: coffee and a doughnut. After a while, he finally concluded that he was allergic to the doughnut because he always sneezes after eating it. I said, "Well, don't worry about Dunkin'..." He said, "I won't worry about Duncan... he's alright..." We finally arrived and he counted my change impossibly slow, but I was too amused and amazed at how I was able to touch solid ground once again. No TrackBacksTrackBack URL: http://www.toastier.org/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/306 |
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I wonder if it was a powdered doughnut, because those sometimes make me sneeze. Glad you survived that one!
eep! glad to hear that you survived.