Tuesday night was a little odd.

I had a waitress in my cab who works the night shift at Perkins on the west side of town. She was very pleasant and sober when I picked her up from work. We made two stops (really not a big deal) for her at convenience stores so she could pick up some snacks. When I got her home, she asked if I had change for a $20. “Ya, of course,” I say… but the meter was at $18.25. I gave her back all of the $1.75, and then she got out and walked into her home. A waitress. On the night shift. Who was nice… I couldn’t wrap my brain around it. It doesn’t seem possible that people can be this dense… usually other service industry people tip the best.

I also picked up a man at a strip club tuesday night, which I rarely do because every experience I have picking up men at strip clubs turns out bad. I had just dropped off three people (two of them girls) at the same club, though, and it seemed convenient. The man gets in, totally wasted.  He is a little short with this HUGE watch on his wrist, probably the biggest watch I’ve ever seen. Overcompensating for something? I confirm I’m taking him to the Sheraton, and he asks “Is there someplace more interesting you could take me?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, someplace more INTERESTING.”
“Well, there’s a lot of places between here and your hotel, it depends on what you’re looking for, really.”
“Someplace better than the Sheraton,” he says. I know what he’s after but I want him to say it.
“There’s a Taco Bell,” I say.
“I’m not interested in Taco Bell.”
“You need to be less vague.”
“Yooouuuu need to be more vague!”
“LOOK. If you’re looking for a GIRL, I can take you to a place where you can get a GIRL.”
“Um… ya… ok! How much do you think it’ll cost?”
“… I don’t know!”  I let out a chuckle, this whole conversation seems ridiculous to me.
“COMMON! You gotta know!”
“HOW ABOUT I TAKE YOU THERE AND YOU ASK THEM YOURSELF.”
He goes in, I wait, he comes out 3 minutes later looking like he had an imaginary cold bucket of water dumped on him. I take him to his hotel without another word said, he tips me a whole $0.75 and I get PISSED.  As he opens the door to the hotel I roll the window down and yell out “SORRY THE WHORES TURNED YOU AWAY!” I think the lady at the front desk heard me. It made me feel much better.