Monday, May 15, 2006

mr. cab driver

“Can you press something so I can open the window, please? I think the window lock is on in here.”

“Sure, but only just a little cause sometimes it jams.”

“That’s fine, I just need a little fresh air”, I tell him, trying not to breath in through my nose.

“Oh, of course, with all of that stale airplane air and airport air”

“Yeah,” that and all of the farting you’ve been doing in here, I think to myself. I try to put it out of my mind, but it isn’t easy. Besides, I can’t just pretend he isn’t human, sitting in a car for 14 hours a day, 6 days a week. His body just keeps on keeping on.

Sometimes it closes in on you though. You know? Sometimes it's all too much.

1 comment:

Lx said...

don't bust on my cousin Ahmir.