August 27th, 2008
“Son of a bitch, you’re running up the meter!”27 comments
August 20th, 2008
"Hey bro, remember me? You wrote that story about me in the paper."3 comments
August 13th, 2008
“It’s the Californians, man, the Californians are the worst.”15 comments
August 6th, 2008
The middle-aged man I picked up at Vendetta is in a hyperactively verbose lather ...0 comments
July 23rd, 2008
When I step into the obese old woman's apartment5 comments
July 16th, 2008
The obese old woman at Fred Meyer has a bad hip and a wheelchair...8 comments
July 9th, 2008
“...I need to take a shower first and wash all of this blood off.”6 comments
July 2nd, 2008
“So I’ve got these two women in the back of my cab who just refuse to get out...”8 comments
June 25th, 2008
“My friend’s getting divorced, and he’s really drunk,” says the bartender...8 comments
June 18th, 2008
There’s nothing like a good Friday night, and I’m referring to the money.3 comments
[August 30th, 2006] "Oh my god, it's my cab driver!" It's the guy from last week who uttered the deathless line "homosexuals love drama." Only now, he's with the drama-inducing boyfriend who he was going to see last week, and now it's his birthday, whereas last week it was the first guy's birthday.
But it gets better. Their female friend chimes in. "Guys, this is the cab driver I was telling you about a while back, when I was telling you how happy I was to have a girl cab driver! We listened to great music the whole way, too." OK, this is a bit too surreal. But fun.
"Music!" shouts this week's birthday boy, "we must have '80s music!" I hand over my CDs, saying, "Unfortunately, I think the only '80s thing I have today is Tears for Fears." But it doesn't matter. "Björk! Oh, we are definitely listening to Björk!"
I recently read an article that mentioned that Björk was remarkably popular for an artist with whom you could not actually sing along. You know what? He's right. Lord knows, we tried. The best we could do was chime in on the words "human behavior."
I ask the boyfriend how last week's criminal lineup went. "Oh, I got to go identify a bunch of skinheads. So much fun." I drop them off at Southwest 2nd and Ash, and kiss the birthday boy on the cheek. He kisses me back and says, "God, you smell good. Guys, no, seriously, you should smell her." Err....
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I am jealous of the kiss recipient!
Love your column!
Boy, some weeks are just slower than others huh?
I once picked Bjork up from Warwick Avenue in London where she lives and took her shopping in town.
I remember Night Cabbie being the first column I used to read in the WW. Now it's the last and I'm still letdown. Come on, an article about.... well I don't even know what it's about? Bjork is hard to...
