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Once More Around the Park, A Taxi Ride Story
By Bashful
The first two weeks I spent in this gross body of this fat, ugly man were
the worst. In fact I ended up in Bellevue City Hospital. For those not
familiar with New York City, that's where they trundle the financially
challenged off to when they can't deal with reality any longer. In other
words, it's the city's charity nutcase ward.
The night it happened, I wanted to get out of the cab and grab my body,
to make the evil being that stole my life give it back. I wanted to but
something made me drive off. I circled around for awhile and saw a
woman standing on a corner waving at me. I pulled over and she got in.
"23rd and Lexington and make it fast, I have a hot date," she growled at
me. I knew where the address was, somehow, and I drove her there. All
the while I was chanting in my head, 'swap bodies with me' over and
over. I pulled up to the curb and she paid me, gave me a tip and got out.
But nothing happened, she walked off, her hips swaying left and right.
The hem of short skirt she wore flipping side to side, how well I recalled
how that felt on the backs of my own former thighs.
I began crying, I knew I was lost, trapped in this horrible body and life
but why? I'd never done anything wrong, I had always been a good
person. I loved Tommy and he loved me, why had this happened to me?
A police officer saw me collapsed in the seat of 'my' cab and thought I
had been robbed. When he couldn't get me to speak coherently, he called
an ambulance and I eventually wound up in Bellevue.
I was pumped full of drugs and psychoanalyzed for two weeks. At the
end of that time they decided I wasn't 'a threat to myself or to others' and
let me go. I went back to the apartment at the address on the hack license
in my wallet.
My cab was parked out front. That told me something powerful was at
work here. It should have been in the police impound yard. It was mine, I
knew it but it was a different color and a different model of automobile
than the one Tommy and I got in. I went inside and started looking
around and I found the journal.
It listed all the people who had occupied the body I now owned. It
explained how you went about getting a different life. You had to give a
fare a ride that lasted longer than twenty minutes and registered more
than $8.00 on the meter. If two people got into the cab, I could pick
which one I wanted to be.
It sounded so simple, all I had to do was find someone who wanted a
long cab ride and I could get out of this life. The twenty-minute limit
gave me a chance to be picky, to some degree. I could talk to the people
in my cab and find out something about them.
I wanted to be back in my own body with Tommy but I somehow knew
that would never happen. If I were that girl now, I wouldn't spend more
than ten minutes in a taxi, ever. I knew inside myself that going back
would never happen, I needed to select another life and I had to do it
soon. The apartment I lived in would only get dirtier and colder.
If I didn't swap with another person, I would be punished. It wasn't a
matter of choice. The 'taxi' survived from the power generated when two
souls swapped bodies, if no one swapped, the 'taxi' would die. It would
kill the driver before it let that happen
I tried cleaning the cab up, making it more attractive to customers but no
matter what I did, it stayed the same, I gave up. I cruised the town
looking for fares that I would want to be.
Most young couples wouldn't get in my cab. Very few single women
would either. I wanted to be a woman but it was beginning to look as if I
would have to choose a man to become. The other problem was the
change could only be effected during the new moon or when the moon
was full. This was a severe complication. As a result, on those nights I
worked all night, not even stopping to eat.
One night, I had just dropped a fare at JFK Airport, a couple of
businessmen on their way to Illinois for a seminar. The fare was only
$7.75 so I couldn't have swapped if I wanted to. I sat at the taxi stand for
an hour and a young couple climbed in the back seat.
"2800 Central Park West, and take your time, we're in no hurry." The
man said.
YES!!!! At last a fare that would meet the time and money requirements.
I looked in the rear view mirror at the woman, she was young and
beautiful, she had the bluest eyes I've ever seen and she literally glowed
with good health. I didn't see much more after I started off because they
fell into a clinch and began kissing. I wandered if I was going to get a
free show but they held it to kissing. I was practicing the phrase I needed
to repeat to effect the swap. 'Have a good evening, miss.' That would
trigger the swap.
They didn't say a word so I had no idea who they were or anything about
them but it didn't matter, it was the new moon and I would hit the twenty
minute mark long before getting to Central Park West.
The meter hit $8.00 and I felt adrenaline surge through my bloodstream,
I had passed twenty minutes while sitting in the tunnel in traffic. It was
going to happen! Tonight I would once more be in the arms of a man
who loved me.
I pulled up in front of the address they had given me and stopped. I
turned the meter off and had to cough a couple of times before they came
up for air. The girl was blushing, she couldn't be more than twenty but
she looked so alive. I was so excited that my ordeal was almost over.
The man handed me a twenty, the fare was $12.85. I turned around and
looked at the woman. She was touching her stomach, gently, the man put
his hand on top of hers and they kissed once more.
"You're mother's going to flip when she hears about the baby," the man
said.
"I know, she'll be so happy, I love you Jerry," the woman said.
Now was the time, "Have...have...have you got something smaller?" I
asked the man.
"Keep the change, have a great night," he said as they got out of the cab.
I'd like to say that I felt all warm and tingly after not stealing the life of
that young mother-to-be but I didn't feel anything like that. The cab
punished me immediately. It was like my skin was on fire without
getting burned. Being Mr. Nice Guy didn't count for much with the taxi.
When I had recovered, I continued driving around and managed to pick
up a couple a few blocks away. They looked to be in their late twenties
or early thirties. She was very angry with him and he was trying to
explain why she shouldn't be.
"Angie, I swear, it was not what it looked like. That girl is my assistant.
I've told you about her, I mention her everyday. She's the reason I'm as
successful as I am. If she didn't keep my office running as smoothly as it
does, you wouldn't be driving a new Mercedes and having lunch at the
club everyday instead of working."
"Oh, now you want me to get a job? Who's going to have your children if
I start working?" she screamed at him.
"One, I didn't say you needed to work, I said you don't have to and two,
WHAT CHILDREN? Every time I bring up us getting pregnant, you
change the subject."
"That's because it won't be US getting pregnant, it'll be ME! Driver, pull
over, I'll walk," She yelled at me.
"NO! Driver, keep going, just drive around the park. We're going to get
this over with once and for all. We either do our dirty laundry in front of
this cabbie or our neighbors, I prefer to had this out in front of someone
we'll never see again," the man said. That seemed to make sense to her
so she stayed in the cab and I drove.
The argument was intense but too short for me, it covered everything
wrong with their lives. Somethings they worked out but the children
issue wasn't going anywhere. The problem was, I didn't reach the twenty-
minute and $8.00 marks
When they ran out of steam but not out of ill feelings. The woman had
slid across the seat to stay as far from him as possible. I pulled up in
front of the building that held the condo they owned and he man handed
me a ten and told me to keep the $3.00 change.
"C'mon, Angie, let's go inside," he said to her.
"No, I'm not going inside yet. Driver, once more around the park, I need
sometime to think, alone."
"Fine, I'm going to bed, one of us has to get up early in the morning," he
slammed the door and stomped into the building, the doorman just barely
getting the door open in time.
She didn't speak, she just sit in the back and looked out the window. I
drove slow, stretching the time out. I had a small timer stuck to the
dashboard that counted down, there was still a few of minutes left when
she told me to take her back home.
When we pulled up in front of the building again, the meter read $9.75.
The timer read 2 minutes to go.
"My husband gave you $10.00 I believe so I don't owe you anything. I
would think getting to listen in on our private conversation would be tip
enough for you, it will have to do," she said as she prepared to get out of
the cab. I had to kill some more time.
"Wait, make sure that you didn't drop anything, I don't like having to
hunt people like you down and return their lost items," I said.
"What do you mean, 'people like you'?" she snarled at me.
"In a word, BITCHES. He sounds to me like he's a pretty good guy, you
don't work and all he wants is children, surely you discussed that before
you got married?"
"I'm taking down your license number and name, I'll be calling your
supervisor in the morning. You'll not be driving a taxi after tonight if I
have anything to do about it. What's that beeping?"
"Just a timer I use, you'll understand soon,"
She opened the door to climb out and as her feet touched the ground I
said, "Have a good evening, Ma'am."
I steadied myself against the cab and straightened up. The heels were
taller than I was used to in my other life but they were expensive enough
that they weren't uncomfortable. I could smell perfume and makeup and I
could still feel the anger I felt at Kyle. That was fading as I realized that
he was a good man and I needed to be a better wife and life partner to
him. We would talk about children again and my mind would be much
more open now.
I was older than I had been before when I was going to marry Tommy
but that was another life, in another time. I was Angie and would be from
now on.
The doorman helped me into my building and summoned the elevator to
the penthouse condo. I rode up in warm luxury, grateful for the second
change at a happy life I had been given, hoping the former Angie would
learn from the errors she had made.
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Outside the building, the taxi shifted into another color and shape, the
license tag number changed but no one noticed. A bewildered man,
formerly named Angie, drove away even though he wanted to stay, to
change what had happened to 'him' to take back the words he had spat at
Kyle. To ask Kyle to forgive...him? Kyle wouldn't know 'him,' Kyle
would probably have 'him' arrested. The cabbie drove off, tired and
needing sleep, maybe he could figure it all out tomorrow. He knew he
should go home to sleep and he did.
The end? Not Hardly.
Stevie
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