My night: Fight in my cab, fight outside my cab, crotch in my face, inappropriate leg touching, free willy theme song, Bohemian Rhapsody, driving friends around for free, Tim Horton's donuts, cop cars, ambulances, being too late to pick up friends, flirting with cougars, being 'too young', being 'too good looking to be a cab driver', and being given directions in another language.
I just have no desire to type anything more than that. For one, I'm tired...but more importantly, I am seriously distressed about the lack of good music in my cab. This is a problem that will be dealt with this week in the form of burning CDs of all my music.
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