my own personal Belgium, vol. 200
i am standing outside the Rincon Center on tuesday nite and a woman in a biz suit nearly runs me over, frantically waving her arms and yelling "TAXI!!!!" as she charges ahead. she spots a cab stopping in front of the hotel across the st., runs across the st., flings open the rear door and jumps into the backseat.
and she promptly steps back out of the vehicle, apologizing profusely and repeatedly, having discovered what i already knew and could clearly see from across the st., which is that it wasnt a taxicab. it was a pizza delivery guy.
and she promptly steps back out of the vehicle, apologizing profusely and repeatedly, having discovered what i already knew and could clearly see from across the st., which is that it wasnt a taxicab. it was a pizza delivery guy.