That’s how I can get him to hand his keys over to me trustingly. He knows I’m boss at this. I’m creeping along the outskirts of Brooklyn, keeping a lookout for wavers as I sip on my deliciously steaming Cappuccino, single-handedly steering through traffic, when someone abruptly dashes out in front of the cab. My foot jams on the brakes, my hand reflexively holding the cup of coffee away from me to prevent being scorched. A lesser driver either would’ve hit the idiot jaywalker—or rather jay-sprinter—or get burned from a huge cup of coffee. Carefully setting the coffee down into the cup-holder, I look up, slowly releasing my foot off the gas, fully expecting the coast to be clear of street-dashing idiots so I can go about my business. But …show more content…
“I left my damn wallet. Listen, I’ll have to run upstairs for your fare…and some pants. Wait here.” Wait here, I scoff to myself. Like I’m just going to drive off without my money. Why is it only now that I’m considering the fact that the passenger is naked, thus having no place for a wallet, aka my fare? I don’t know this man, and I’ve taxied him for damn near thirty minutes before paying attention to the obvious: he has no pockets. And then he tells me, “wait here.” For all I know, he could be lying about being a resident here, planning to give me the slip while I sit here and wait like a clown. After all, he was just caught boning another man’s wife. In the ass. Unscrupulous. Immoral. No way in hell I’m going to “wait here.” As he opens his door, I shut off the engine and open mine, too, hopping out. “No need. I’ll come for it.” With an amused smirk, he asks over the top of the car. “You don’t trust me?” Rounding the car, I meet him up on the sidewalk. “Considering I don’t know you, yeah, pretty much.” Sexy Demon blinks slowly at me, his eyes stretching a fraction. His lips part, another slow blink, and then just stares, rendering me a tad
“Jamereo is cut from a different cloth. but I feel you. We’ll ride in your car.” Naquesha grins.
As you’re driving along the side road or highway, you see a set of headlights come up on you rather fast. Suddenly, you look in your rearview mirror and see a huge truck right up against your trunk as you’re driving 50 mph. What should you do? Slow down, speed up, and pull over? As you look, you see the driver getting progressively annoyed. Suddenly the driver shoots out beside your car, lays on the horn, and flips you the bird. “Outrageous!!” You think to yourself.
I nod. It is a nice ride. “Sure you can handle it on the wet road?” Comments like that piss me the hell off. He underestimates me, the second time that’s happened today.
My first thoughts are likely "What a rude motorist!" As a result of my culture most people presume it's not proper to flaunt traffic laws, or to endanger other motorists. I understand in the type of the manner he was acting, that this can be definitely some man who should not have a driver's license.
Suddenly, I heard sirens. I glanced into my rear view mirror on instinct. There was a police car with its lights on directly behind me. I checked my speedometer and realized I was a bit over the limit. I put on my signal and moved into the far right lane. The police car moved with me. I sighed heavily, put on my hazard lights, and pulled over to the shoulder of the road.
• If you are ‘bumped’ in traffic, be suspicious of what has happened and try to drive to a well
Getting into the passenger’s seat in the dark this morning had been easy enough. Much like any vehicle. Patch waited as I got in. I smacked my hand on my leg. Twice. She jumped up easily and settled quietly in what once may have passed for the sleeper? I check she’s ok. It’s too dark in the cab to see her properly, she tries to lick my face. I push her away gently.
On April 2, 2016 , my friend , Rachel Bruce & I planned to travel up to Columbia , SC to see our friend get initiated into a fraternity. We left the College of Charleston early that Saturday afternoon & went on our way on I-26. We made a plethora of stops along way , but we weren't in a rush . As we entered Calhoun County on I-95 we endeavored traffic. We stayed in traffic for a good while, but it didn't matter we had air conditioning & music in the car to make the traffic quite enjoyable. At first, traffic wasn't moving at all then it started to move at a steady pace . To keep from following on the tail of the car ahead, I let a big gap come between us. As the traffic started moving at a constant speed, I had to accelerate to fill in the gap
Violence is a problem that always lurks in the back of a cab driver's mind. Since a driver can not fully tell if a person is good or bad, they are never quite sure whom to pick up. One time Lucky picked up a man, who was wearing a nice shirt and slacks, who did not look like a threat at all. They had an amiable conversation the whole trip. The man started talking to Lucky, therefore he did not think anything of the conversation. When they reached their destination, the man pulled a gun on Lucky, and said "give me your money or I'll kill you." This was an eye opener for Lucky, which changed his attitude about whom he would or would not pick up.
Its seven hours later now and you are hurrying to meet your friends out in the parking lot. You get out there
Road Rage As I pull up to the stop sign, I look right then left. There is a car in the distance, but there is plenty of time to pull out onto the road. As I pulled out, I noticed the car that seemed to be far away had sped up and is now right on my bumper. I slam on my brakes to piss off the driver behind me.
I had to act. I didn’t know where i was going but one thing i did know was it wasn’t good. I un clipped my seat belt as softly as i could and moved myself carefully to the back of the bus. We were on a very narrow road, if i could find a way to get him to slow down.