On Saturday, I attended a pub crawl to celebrate a friend's birthday. Nothing of consequence, but I was 1) the only girl and 2) I believe the only heterosexual in attendance. To say I had a fun time was an understatement, However, it started around 2 pm, so by 10:30, I was BEYOND DONE. Which is how I found myself sitting on a curb alone outside of a bar, waiting on a cab.
From the moment the cab came screeching around the corner, I knew I was in for quite a ride. This thought was confirmed when I stepped into the cab and greeted by the sounds of DMX blasting from the speakers.
Cabbie: Hello! Welcome to my cab!
(I've never felt so welcome in someone else's car before)
Me: Um. Hello.
Cabbie: You are Sarah, yes?
Me: (no, that's not my name) Yes.
Cabbie: Do you do yoga Sarah?
Me: Um, no. I'm more about strength training and whatnot. Gotta protect myself.
Cabbie: Yes, Sarah. You look like you are all about kicking some ass.
Me: Obviously.
Cabbie: I PLAY DMX FOR YOU NOW!
Me: Indeed.
And thus, the cab driver and I began out duet to Lose My Mind.
And thus also began the cab driver head banging while driving.
WHEEEE!
But, he wasn't done.
Cabbie: YOU ARE VERY FUN SARAH!
Me: So are you!
Cabbie: Where is your car?
Me: Over by the Red Mango on McKinney.
Cabbie: I do not know where that is. People don't normally take cabs to yogurt Sarah!
Me: Touche.
And so we find my car.
Cabbie: You wait, Sarah. I show you my kickboxing moves. Do you kickbox?
Me: OF FUCKING COURSE!
Cabbie: (begins a minute long demonstration of kickboxing moves. Kindly, he turned the meter off.)
Me: That was IMPRESSIVE!
Cabbie: Thank you. I give you my card. I am your cab driver. From now on.
Me: Sounds cool to me.
Cabbie: You always call me. Next time, I show you my African dancing. And then, I show you how we defend ourselves in war.
Me: It's an urban jungle out there, to be sure.
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