So. Picked up a VERY drunk fella at Platinum84 last night and he biotched and moaned the entire trip to his house in the northern 'burbs about how guys like him couldn't get the strippers to pay attention...apparently strippers only like guys who give them money...for some damned reason. I'm in the front seat TRYING…
A bouncer’s life oh my!
So I had a ton of calls last night...great cabbin' night. One of the last was for a manager of Platinum84 who needed a lift home. Apparently two of the exotic dancers took a dislike to each other and had it out in the parking lot after closing...and one bit the other's finger off...The manager…
Rob a Walgreen’s…call a cab!
So my first fare of the night was at a Walgreen's in the suburbs. I call the contact number to give an ETA, but no response. This in and of itself is no big deal..the fare might just be on the phone. I roll on up to the store, and...three cops cars, flashers going, are…