I TRY to be good
This morning, I woke up very late.
After shoveling Tequila Jane into her school clothes and pushing her out the door, I left the house (after the second morning without showering - thank you, Second Shot, for your contribution to the survival of the rebellion.)
I walked down a block, and tried to hail a cab. There were no cabs.
minutes minutes late late late.
Then, there was one cab, a block away. I raised my hand. A dude stepped out between the cars 10 feet from me and waved for it.
I thought - "Fuck you, dude - that's my cab!" I started moving.
Then I saw he had a cane. I stopped.
I thought - "I'm LATE! Also, fuck you, dude with a cane, that's my cab."
He glanced uptown toward me. He was wearing a priest's collar.
I thought - "Really? But...Come on! Priest with a cane! I am still late! Fuck you! That's my cab!
He turned a little further. It was the priest who married Mr. Angel and I.
The light changed. The cab pulled up.
I thought....Okay. I guess that's your cab.
It turns out that to snipe a cab from me, you have to be a crippled priest with a cane who married me.
I feel good about that standard.
Right?
After shoveling Tequila Jane into her school clothes and pushing her out the door, I left the house (after the second morning without showering - thank you, Second Shot, for your contribution to the survival of the rebellion.)
I walked down a block, and tried to hail a cab. There were no cabs.
minutes minutes late late late.
Then, there was one cab, a block away. I raised my hand. A dude stepped out between the cars 10 feet from me and waved for it.
I thought - "Fuck you, dude - that's my cab!" I started moving.
Then I saw he had a cane. I stopped.
I thought - "I'm LATE! Also, fuck you, dude with a cane, that's my cab."
He glanced uptown toward me. He was wearing a priest's collar.
I thought - "Really? But...Come on! Priest with a cane! I am still late! Fuck you! That's my cab!
He turned a little further. It was the priest who married Mr. Angel and I.
The light changed. The cab pulled up.
I thought....Okay. I guess that's your cab.
It turns out that to snipe a cab from me, you have to be a crippled priest with a cane who married me.
I feel good about that standard.
Right?