Me: Will you help me with the groceries for an extra 20? Taxi Driver: *whines for a second* *thinks* okay, Ill help you. He gets out of the cab, opens the trunk, takes out the bags and hangs them on me like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Takes the 20. Shuts the trunk. Gets in the cab. Drives away. I stood there, with bags hanging from every single one of my limbs, not sure if I should cry or laugh.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 18:28:20 +0000
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