The man said two sentences to me. The first was in response to my question, “How much?”
“$25”
The second was what this story is about.
A couple months ago at 4:43 AM (approximate time) I was talking to a proper driver of a proper town car from a proper hired service that was waiting to go to the airport for an early AM pickup…. basically thinking of picking up a late night club run for a couple extra bucks.
All of a sudden I hear MY name called. Looking past the driver, I see a boat come into skewered view.
I lift my head above the car’s window, and look over the town car from the passenger side…. I see CU&SG spinning in the night pupils filled with chemicals, springing to life from an open sunroof in a silver limo – with spencer’s gift rotating disco lights and makeshift disco ball made up of macrame or something. The limo driver is about 4’10” strong looking Asian gent… he gets out, opens the door grandiosely (obviously for yours truly) and flicks the coattails on his matching, home made, disco ball sparkly tuxedo coat.
His hair is spiky, less from hair spray as much as a rubber multi coloured Rod Stewart wig.
I very flippantly nodded in their direction and matter of factly informed the proper town car driver that I already had a ride.
He incredulously shakes his head at me, looks back at the formerly black limo, then back at me.
He flicks his shades lower on his nose, and looks me straight in the eye.
“You do know that limo is spray painted silver, right?”
Indeed it was. Indeed it was.
The moral is, if anyone ever asked you to get in a limo for any reason, you do it. Seriously.
Another moral is that late night posts are poorly written.