The Cab and the Ducks
You know, since I already told you about the train I took, I might as well tell you about this cab I took that same night.
You see, I had already arrived at the hotel, checked in, and gotten ready to sleep. However, I wasn’t tired at all. If there is something I hate, it is sleeping when I’m not tired. Anyway, I decided to check out this night club in the hotel, the Lavender Room, but didn’t have a very good time there. I met the three most idiotic women in the world there for chrissake! Anyway, I left the Lavender Room and took a cab to Ernie’s. In case you don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, Ernie’s is a nightclub in New York.
I know what you’re thinking. “Why do you take pictures of everything?” Well, why the hell do you care!?
Anyway, I always get crappy cabs late at night. Either they smell like somebody used them like a toilet or the driver isn’t very nice. That time, I was lucky enough to get a smelly cab AND a lousy driver.
The driver’s name was Horwitz. While he wasn’t all that bad, you could talk to him and all, he got irritated very easily. Boy, did he get sore! That night I tried to ask him if he knew about the ducks in Central Park, and he answered me with a “How the hell should I know a stupid thing like that?” And when I told him not to get sore, he said “Who’s sore? Nobody’s sore!” Man, I always get the goddamn worst cabs at night.
