It’s been a quiet night, even quieter than Monday nights usually are. It’s rush week at the University and it’s a dry rush, so that may be a part of it. And maybe the other students are partied out after last week or realized that they actually need to study.
Most all the passengers I’ve picked up tonight have been quiet and polite. So, no exciting long stories to tell.
But I will tell you about one elderly gentleman I picked up around 1am.
He had wild white hair. He was short. He walked with a hobble, using a cane made of knotted wood, the kind I would expect a hobbit to have. In fact, he looked like a hobbit who was disguising himself in today’s world, wearing old man clothes he got from Wal-Mart and trying to fit in amongst the humans. All he needed was a big pipe.
The destination that he was input into the app to was a transmission repair place. I contemplated why he would be going there at this hour on a Monday. Maybe he was the security guard there? Maybe he was picking up his car? Maybe he did their books after hours. I had no idea.
As we approached, he told me to take an early left before the transmission place. I obliged him, as I like to do with my passengers, when they have a special request.
And then I realized he was not going for anything transmission related. He was going to get something else revved up.
The place I turned into was a prominent strip club in town. I had dropped and picked up a number of passengers from here. He grumbled as he got out and I wished him a good night. As he approached the front entrance, the doorman greeted him as a regular.
I smiled and drove off. I hope he has a good night and
gets his transmission tuned up.
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