Dirty Old Prom Queen

In '98 I was the prom queen and in '06 I hang out with queens. I'm a private tutor during the day and a comedian at night in ol' NYC. I just can't seem to get out of high school...can someone call the custodian? Vesuvio, I'm locked in!

Thursday, November 16, 2006

When you just know...

Last night, I got into a cab with a cab driver who was clearly so intoxicated. What alarmed me the most, though, was not how he swerved from lane to lane regardless of whether or not another car was next to him. Not how he giggled and snorted so loudly on his cell phone headset. Not how he almost ran over a pedestrian, who then chased us a block. What surprised me the most is that I was too lazy to get out of the cab and get another one. I honestly am not even sure if I buckled up. He might've even fallen asleep on the stretch from Union Square to SoHo, I had no idea. I just sipped on my Fanta and yawned like a baby lamb and I also gave him a sizable tip even though my eyes watered from his gin-soaked "Have nice night, lady." I apparently can't be bothered to save my own life.



  • At 8:19 PM, Blogger EmmaK said…

    Hey, maybe you just sensed he was one of those people who can handle a car while drunk.

  • At 7:47 AM, Blogger Tiny Now said…

    bin thar. Or as they say in English, "I have totally been in that position, and, like, what the fuck, why didn't I csre?!?" Been there.

    Funny site, I stumbled upon it looking for pictures of dirty old men to put in my blog, alongside olympian swimmer mark phelps or whoever just rocked the breast stroke competition, with the caption....wait for it, world champion breast strokers. (plus maybe some biographical details)


Post a Comment

<< Home