the scent of my cab driver….
I went to an early holiday party last night. Sure, I had a few to drink but I’m usually always pretty good at being aware of my surroundings and situations. So I’m leaving the Upper East Side, and heading over to meet “Mr. Hilary” at his place. I get in my cab, and tell him where I am going 96th and Bway.
We’re driving.
My cab driver starts to talk, sometimes I can be into this, but most of the time especially at 11pm I’m not up for a conversation. He starts asking if I’ve ever seen certain movies. I don’t remember the first three or four he asked. Most of them I think I said a simple no or yes answer.
Then he asked if I’ve ever seen the movie Closer. I say yes, and said something along the lines about it being a better play.
Cab Driver: “Oh yeah, is there still lots of striping in the play.” (or something like that)
Me: “ I guess so.”
(I was getting a kind of creaped-out feeling…but hadn’t remembered all of our conversation up to this point)
Cab Driver: “Have you ever seen Sent of a Woman”
Me: “No.” (of course I had seen it but he was defiantly a creepy guy)
Cab Driver: “Oh it’s a great movie, very sexy.”
Me: “I guess I’ll have to look into it.”
We are driving through the park and he turn to go up town. I think for a minute, did I tell him the right street or did I space out and tell him to take me home to 112th.
Me: “ I need to go to 96th and Bway.”
Cab Driver: “No you don’t.”
Me: “ Umm..yeah I do. That’s where my boyfriend and I live.” (of course he’s not my bf, and of course we don’t live together)
Cab Driver: “ You have a boyfriend? Does he have a big penis? Can he sexually please you?”
Me: “Umm…I can actually even get out at this corner too.”
I’m starting to freak a little bit. He just pass 106th…..if he doesn’t turn by 110th, I’m jumping out! I’m seriously, just jumping out. I take off my shoes, and place my hand on the door handle.
Cab Driver: “ Have you ever made love to an Egyptian man?”
Me: (silent)
Cab Driver: “ We are the best lovers in the world. You will love it. You’re boyfriend can’t be Egyptian…(I didn’t get everything he said after I was watching stop lights and where we were more then listening by now)
He hit 109-RED LIGHT!
With my shoes in my purse, I jumped out of that cab, and slammed the door quicker then I can even fathom. And ran faster then you can believe all the way to “Mr. Hilary” at 96th. And we headed to the emergency room. I got a cut on my foot, which needed two stitches.
FACT: I will never date or even give any guy who is Egyptian the time of day now solely based on this experience.
oh shit!