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Originally posted by ironweed
I love to jump in the cab in midtown, close the door firmly, lean foward to the little hatch in the greasy, smeared, bullet-proof partition and watch their faces when I say "going to Brooklyn." No, muthafucka, you're not off-duty.
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I hope they don't then pull out the 15 air fresheners they've got on reserve in the glove compartment and unwrap them, turn up the talk radio, talk loudly on the cellphone, and then accelerate-brake, accelerate-brake, accelerate-brake the whole way home.
