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blamebrampton) wrote2010-12-20 07:41 pm
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Advent-ures in boggling, sans cricket
I went to visit my mother today. It happens every now and then, when we are in the same country at the same time. She had a new woman in tow, whose name I accidentally learned, but I suspect this may be more an actual friend than temporary shag, so that information may be worth retaining. (The general rule I have is that I refuse to learn girlfriend names until they have been around for two years. So much brain space has been saved this way!)
Because she lives some distance from a train line, I hopped into a cab. The cab driver was gregarious and explained to me at great length why the life of a taxi driver was one of constant privation and difficulties. He had kids, good kids, who never drank and never did drugs, and he was expected to raise them on a pittance.
'I mean,' he said, 'we work 12-hour shifts and take home maybe $200. And on days when things are quiet, it's $150, which is less than $12 an hour It's awful! What can you do? It's so unfair to honest hard workers like me! '
At this point, his phone rang. He put it onto speaker and answered while continuing to drive.
'Yeah, mate,' said the male voice on the other end. 'That bag you dropped off, I went up and weighed it and it's only 22 grams. Not on!'
'Well have you used any?'
'No, I just took it upstairs and weighed it.'
'Sorry, sorry, leave it done up and I'll come and pick it up. It's the dealer's fault, I'll have a word with my dealer, don't blame me, I'm just the deliverer.'
He hung up, then gave me a watery smile. 'Er, so, you do what you can to get by ...'
I made him drop me at the corner, then called the posh cab company my ride home.
Because she lives some distance from a train line, I hopped into a cab. The cab driver was gregarious and explained to me at great length why the life of a taxi driver was one of constant privation and difficulties. He had kids, good kids, who never drank and never did drugs, and he was expected to raise them on a pittance.
'I mean,' he said, 'we work 12-hour shifts and take home maybe $200. And on days when things are quiet, it's $150, which is less than $12 an hour It's awful! What can you do? It's so unfair to honest hard workers like me! '
At this point, his phone rang. He put it onto speaker and answered while continuing to drive.
'Yeah, mate,' said the male voice on the other end. 'That bag you dropped off, I went up and weighed it and it's only 22 grams. Not on!'
'Well have you used any?'
'No, I just took it upstairs and weighed it.'
'Sorry, sorry, leave it done up and I'll come and pick it up. It's the dealer's fault, I'll have a word with my dealer, don't blame me, I'm just the deliverer.'
He hung up, then gave me a watery smile. 'Er, so, you do what you can to get by ...'
I made him drop me at the corner, then called the posh cab company my ride home.
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Did you dob him in? ;)
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At least mum finds women in universities, I'll say that for her.
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I think I like my method of no longer being with people than what is implied by the fact that your mother's ex's need comfort. We just move separate locations and stay friends, no comfort needed...
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Who puts his drug deals on speakerphone? *facepalm* Today's criminals, I swear ... :P
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LOL!
"Yet more proof: Crime Makes You Stupid."
- Tim Bayliss, Homicide: Life on the Streets
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Well, you do have adventures. *grins*
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...I know people who have to make sure that they don't wind up at the same...parties...as their kids on accident. Because ew.
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