I miss our 3 minute midnight rides. Our crazy conversation topics always made my day. Aliens, JC, and me smelling like nasty cheese bread. You ‘forgetting’ to turn down my street. You have no idea how badly I wanted to snuggle you. You’re sweeter than the bees knees and cute to boot! Too bad you’re twice my age and I don’t have an excuse to call a cab anymore. I really hope we run into each other again someday, just as randomly as the first time. —Glitter, Sage and Free Supper
This article appears in Mar 1-7, 2012.
three minutes, you’re good
Just call the cabbie. When he says where to? Say “My heart” AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Apparently Cabbies need some love to improve their cabbie-tude. Get to it op.
my friend has a restraining order against her cab driving ex who likes underage girls away too much.be careful little lady
I like the Russian cabbie with the bad ass accent.
Is the cabbie married? You may want to avoid being a homewrecker.
let me guess… his cab is a 2011 charger…