Now my geedee cab driver mentioned my cracked window!! He said he can turn on the A/C. I said “Great, and I like the window cracked too.” He muttered somesing about the noise blab blah but ended on “Okay, okay.”
I cannot get a break. Those customs agents are probably sitting back stuffing their faces with J’s gourmet pig meat from southern Spain and having a good laugh at the dumb lady they ripped it off from.
I’m heading to Canby in a cab with The Suffocater. I hope his gps is right. I can’t read it because its in some other language. I see some backwards P’s and such. Cyrillic? A RUSKIE? I only know one way to get to Canby and it’s not from the airport.
If I don’t make it to lacrosse I was last seen on 205S in a bright green Prius cab. My driver is wearing a plaid shirt and looks like Tom Waits – a little. I am wearing jeans and a black Columbia pullover. No make up and no shower. And no cracked window, so I have extremely grumpy face.
I neeeeeeeds my duuuuuuudes.