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(A good friend of mine asked me to expand and redo his excellent Short Story and
send it to the list. I hope you all enjoy it.)
A Taxi Ride
By Eric and Friend
I checked my appearance. Shit! I really look disheveled! The long flight from
California hadn't done my make-up or hair any good at all! I fixed myself up and
when I left the airport restroom I noticed with pride that almost all the men
stared appreciatively at me. It sure puts the spring back into a girl's step. I
called the Plaza and I felt my face go into a pout.
"What do you mean you can't send the hotel Limo for at least an hour?"
"Sorry, Miss Austin, but one is on its way back and the other is taking a guest
to the United Nations."
"Oh, never mind! I'll just take a cab." I just can't wait to take a nice long
bath, I thought.
A long line of Taxicabs was waiting for fares. I hoped I wouldn't get a
foreigner who didn't understand English or some boring driver who would talk on
and on.
The driver was an ugly, heavyset middle-aged man with a two days beard. He
loaded my three pieces of luggage into the trunk. I wished he would be more
careful, but this was New York!
"Where too, Miss?" he asked in a horse voice.
"The Plaza!" I said proudly. My daddy had sure come through for a good hotel for
his 'little girl'.
"Great! I'm so sick and tired of those short haul rides and those grimy hippie
types; they only go for short hops. Then I thought, why not try the airport and
up grade my fares and clientele?"
The man smiled with his yellowed teeth and opened the door and I slid into the
dirty back seat. The Taxi roared into the nightmare that was New York Traffic.
The driver talked to me as he drove. I had a sinking feeling that this was going
to be a L-O-N-G drive.
"Nice to meet you, I mean you can see I'm just a regular taxi driver in the city
of The Big Apple and that's its really hard to make a buck on a such job like
this."
I yawned and leaned back with my lovely blue eyes closed. I wish he would stop
talking. I tried my best not to listen. The full moon made the city look
glamorous.
"Am I boring you? I'm sorry. I only got the job less than two weeks ago. I know,
I know. I do look like a cab driver from the outside. But inside this old body,
it's another story entirely. Until the new moon a few weeks ago I wasn't a cab
driver at all. Before that I was a banker."
I laughed He must think I am a fool!
"I know it sounds silly, young lady. But yep, a few weeks ago I was very well
off - and I really enjoyed the job and the perks that came with it."
The old cab hit a pothole and it springs were not up to the shock. I was tossed
around on the back seat.
"Sorry about that. I'm still not used to the new job yet. Ah well, back to my
story. I was just trying to hail a cab just like you did, only it wasn't the
airport, but in front of a hotel, just after my dinner date with one of my
girlfriends. My boss thought I was entertaining some big clients of mine, so I
charged the whole dinner bill to the company credit card. I mean, that's not a
big deal since everyone down from those good for nothing junior VPs are doing
it. Damn that red light, it's been like that for the last 5 minutes and we've
been sitting here chatting about for that long. "
I thought it had been longer. God, couldn't the man shut up?
"They can't they fix the damn traffic light system for all the taxes we're
paying! It's been like this forever in the city!
"Anyway, were was I? Oh yeah, my job. So after the dinner, I was getting ready
to get back to my penthouse apartment across down, you know."
"I'm from California, so I don't know," I said coldly.
"Sorry! It's those expensive ones they just built about a year ago out of the
warehouse section of the city! It made all the newspapers. Anyway, I got my
apartment really early since I'm a good friend with one of the developers, so
the price was more than okay when I bought it. Now that place cost more than 6
million on the market, not that I wanted to sell it. It's on a great location
for anything. Also, living on the penthouse apartment really impresses the girls
with the great view! And the bedroom really gets them, you won't believe the
bedroom. I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you, Miss?"
I shook my head. "It's a little unbelievable that a cab driver could afford..."
He laughed ruefully. "Don't I know it! Wait, I'm coming to that. Anyway, I
hailed the cab outside the restaurant, and I got in the cab and talked with the
cab driver just like I'm doing to you now. I was not really listening to that
driver just as you are not really listening to me now. I mean that's not really
a bad thing, sometime tuning out other people's speech really doesn't hurt a
thing. I used to do that all the time when at parties, when some of the nobodies
opened up their mouth to kiss up my rear end or as the wives of those more
important people talked about nothing. What's the line from TS Elliot - men and
woman walking to and fro, talking of Michael Angelo?"
I smiled and tried not to listen. The sounds of traffic and mad dash of New York
was distraction enough outside the grimy windows of the cab.
"But as I was saying, you have to act like you are interested in what they are
talking about, like what you are doing now, making a small smile once a while -
you sure do have a pretty smile - anyway smiling won't hurt, nor asking a simple
question once in a while. It's so easy really. We all do it all the time.
"Anyway, the taxi driver was shooting off his big mouth while getting me to my
apartment while I was sitting back in the cab hoping and wondering if I would
get lucky with my other sexy girlfriend that was waiting for me in the
penthouse. I told her I was with a very important client for dinner, even called
her with my cell phone from the table while the other girlfriend was powdering
her nose! Each of them thought they were the only ones! Watch it asshole!" The
Taxi driver yelled at another cab that squirted in front of them, missing them
by millimeters.
I sat back again. That had been a near thing!
"So when the taxi finally reached my apartment, the driver suddenly turns around
and asks me if I enjoyed his story. Hell I hadn't heard one word - not really. I
nodded politely and was about to get out. The cab driver got the weirdest damn
smile that I ever saw and suddenly I felt something was about to go wrong,
REALLY WRONG, like I usually do when I was in a meeting and somehow can sense
some big sandbags were about to crush the top of my head. I was worried he was
going to rob me or something!
"But all the ugly driver said was 'You, have a nice evening' as I opened the
door and stepped out. Suddenly I was sitting in the driver seat, and by the
smell I could tell I was still in that same dirty cab, sitting on the same
cracked seat that has the wooden bead covering. I turn to my right side and saw
myself, MYSELF smiling back at me as he handed me a hundred dollar bill.
"Through the thunder of the blood in my ears I heard my old voice say 'Keep the
change!' I couldn't say a thing for some reason, maybe because of the sudden and
unexpected exchange. Insanely my brain could only think that the tip was way too
much for a 10 dollar fare! "
I leaned forward. It was the plaza - just like in the movies! I couldn't wait
for my New York visit to begin.
"We're almost there and will only take another few minutes if that stupid green
light would hold on - shit! - the stupid traffic lights in this damn city! So,
anyway, I took the money from myself and watched him walk in MY building, saying
hello to MY doorman as he took out the card key and slid it in as he got
himself a quick ride in the express elevator to my penthouse apartment where my
second girlfriend was waiting for me.
"With that hundred dollar bill in my hand, I must looked really lost! Somehow I
was no longer myself any more and had to assume the life of this middle aged
ugly old cab driver. What else could I do? I searched the taxi later and found
an address for the taxi driver and decided to go to his apartment, which believe
me isn't that nice or in a good part of the city! But it would have to do. My
former doorman would throw me out if I tried to get within twenty feet of the
entrance to my old place and my girlfriends would run from the sight of me
approaching them now. Who's going to believe me when I told them who I really
was? I found out that the guy I had become was still single and had a lousy one-
bedroom place. There was a diary that recorded all those people that had been
tricked into getting into The Taxi and lost their former lives, like I did.
Sometimes I wonder if it is really a Taxi at all.
"I also found out that to keep The Taxi a surprise for anyone that might have
heard the tale before, the car would change color and license plates every time
a successful switch took place. Kind of weird, you know, for it to just do it by
itself, nobody needed to do anything! Yes, the thick diary was fascinating, it
showed all those people's attempts to get their former lives back but none
succeed. None! Someone figured out that in order to get the switch to happen,
the ride has to take place in the new moon or the full moon. It has to be longer
than 20 minutes with a fare higher than 8 bucks. Shorter rides won't do the
switch and if there's more than one passenger, then the taxi driver has the
luxury of choosing which person he wants to become when the ride is over. Weird
ain't it?
"Front entrance to the plaza, please!" said I.
"Great hotel. You must be doing OK in the cash as well as the looks department.
Oh, here we are."
"How much?" I asked, reaching into my Gucci purse.
"11 dollars and 35 cents."
The driver opened the trunk from within the Taxi and the hotel porters took out
my luggage.
"Oh, have a nice evening, Miss!"
********
'As soon I said it, I felt the cold air brush against my long legs, my sexy mini
skirt didn't come close to covering them. The short skirt and ultra barely there
pantyhose really didn't help to keep my legs warm. I looked down and reached
into MY purse and took out a hundred dollar bill and handed to the now surprised
face of the new Taxi driver. I smiled a sweet smile.
"Please, keep the change."
His old face turned white as he gasped, staring hopelessly at me.
As I walked gracefully toward the hotel in my high heels I could feel that a
pair of eyes were burning into my back and the new taxi driver now must be
trying to say something, anything at all to me, but just can't do it for some
reason.
I knew that feeling all too well and feel really sorry for him, and a more than
a little guilty. But I have my own interests to look after first. Don't we all?
"Hi" I said to the doorman and smiled a sexy smile at him. The man practically
melted.
The young doorman looked admiringly at me, he's kind of cute, you know. I walked
flowingly into the hotel and checked in and the bellboy followed me into the
elevator. After tipping him I decided to give myself a long, soaking bath to
wash away any smell of that horrible taxi even though 'I' was only in that taxi
cab for about 25 minutes for that life changing ride.
The hot water is running now in the bathtub and where's that bubble bath bottle
I know the former owner of this great body had kept for special times? There it
is! I disrobe and look at my beautiful new body in the mirror and smile. I am a
very lucky young lady with rich parents and able to stay in this expensive hotel
room for a week, just to do some shopping in the big apple for my up coming
wedding. I smile as I think of my fianc?e. He is very good looking, very rich
and great in bed. I think I'll be very nice to my parents from this point
forward, and make sure they get me a car and a driver for the next time I'm in
New York. A rich, beautiful woman like myself can't be too careful!
End
Mckenna
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