Taxi Cab Lovin

The other night, I left Ambassador, where I'd been drinking with a friend after work. Well, she was drinking, and I was playing with her iPhone and ignoring her completely -- the same way every man in every bar ignores me.

Fortunately, not all was lost that night because I stepped into a cab where the driver began our drive with the question, "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

YES. We all know what that question means --> I want to do you, but I have no idea how to start a conversation with you.

So I began thinking to myself, "GOD DAMNIT why do I live so far from Ambassador?!"

I assured the cab driver that I was certain we'd never met before. He then told me that he was on his way somewhere but picked me up because I was "so beautiful." Scoff. Puke.

He then proceeded to tell me all about himself. He drives only on the weekends because he's actually a writer. He's written a book that he usually brings along with him when he drives because he sells at least 4 copies each night. Oh yeah. He's also a rapper who freestyles.

He then handed me a flyer and told me I should watch him freestyle next Thursday night at some bar I've never heard of. I was like, "Yeahhhhh... I don't really go out on weeknights."

His response? "Well for you, I'd freestyle for FREE. Anytime."

My response? Silence.

I did NOT want my cab driver to start freestyling to me during what felt like a torturously long odyssey home. Thankfully, before he could start, we arrived at my house. Fortune was on my side for the first time. Thank you. Thank you so much.

Before I left, the cab driver introduced himself to me and shook my hand. His words were, "My name is MC Mars." OMFG. MC Mars.

Oh yeah. One more thing...

The best part...

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