I had three calls last night. It was officially a lifeless night. DEAD. Dozens of taxi drivers were ready to cut their wrists. Well my last fare was this autistic bar tender from small town Alberta. She was interesting because she had been smoking pot since she was a seven year old. I asked "How?"She said " Small town Alberta, lots of grow-ops and because I was autistic and my dad was a teacher he was ashamed of me so I was pretty much allowed to do whatever I wanted." Smoking dope at seven, that's a new one for me. She also told me about a blind man that sits in Galaxy land in West Edmonton Mall. She said "he once came up to me on the bus and told me he was arrested for being a peeping tom. But he's blind right? Wrong it's a dirty charade." I thought that was a cool story, so if you ever see a blind guy in the women's washroom in West Ed remember that you can never underestimate a greasy peeping Tom. Hey guess what? There was a murder at the Klondiker. Where's that? you ask. It's the Jasper place Hotel. Yep you heard it here first. Oh and there is going to be a new taxi company soon. The taxis are gonna be red. The owner of airport taxi wasn't making any money since the airport driver started a union. Those sneaky people trying to feed their families. Well the airport taxi contract is up in a year so the owners gonna get rid of that company and start a new one that's more lucrative. I hope that he does well, unless he mistreats people then he can rot in shit. The company I work for is the oldest in the city, we are King. Guess that makes me .........
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I am such a pessimist. I would have assumed the man could see. I imagine most sad tales of illness on the internet are bs to get some cash.
I remember living in a basement apartment when my sister and I were teenagers. As we stood there unpacking, our 'welcome to the neighbourhood' was a guy who came out of the shadows from where he had been hiding just outside our dining room window in time to ejaculate on the screen. My sister and I thought it was funny at the time. In retrospect, if I'd have a) known better and b) had a tazer... Some grease is greasier.
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