Not as strange and cuter
Oct. 15th, 2007 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wwcitizenTonight was an interesting encounter with a short beefy (muscular) Moroccan. His name was Abboh and his handle was ripped - his Jesus handle, that is, inside his cab. He greeted me normally and I mentioned his handle being broken. He reached his thick, muscled arm back into the passenger area to test it. I asked him if he had any duct tape, so I could fix it for him, but he said he'd do it at the garage.
He complained about the ensuing GPS device when I asked whether his was slotted for getting outfitted with one. I said, "You'll prolly get better tips... That's the statistics.". He didn't care. Just then his phone rang, he answered it and I gave him a $2 tip at the ferry.
Then when I went to purchase a ferry ticket, I saw that the cashier had all these assorted bills on the counter. It seemed odd to me that he'd be that disorganized this late at night; I imagined that he might make a mistake sometime tonight. He gave me $5 too much. I counted it twice and noticed it was wrong. Memories of how rude he'd been to me and other passengers in my earshot a few times in the recent past flashed through my mind, but I returned to the window.
He looked at me very confused as I handed back the extra $5 and he insisted that I was wrong. I showed him what he'd done and he looked at me in disbelief; he thanked me and I turned to go catch my ferry home.
He complained about the ensuing GPS device when I asked whether his was slotted for getting outfitted with one. I said, "You'll prolly get better tips... That's the statistics.". He didn't care. Just then his phone rang, he answered it and I gave him a $2 tip at the ferry.
Then when I went to purchase a ferry ticket, I saw that the cashier had all these assorted bills on the counter. It seemed odd to me that he'd be that disorganized this late at night; I imagined that he might make a mistake sometime tonight. He gave me $5 too much. I counted it twice and noticed it was wrong. Memories of how rude he'd been to me and other passengers in my earshot a few times in the recent past flashed through my mind, but I returned to the window.
He looked at me very confused as I handed back the extra $5 and he insisted that I was wrong. I showed him what he'd done and he looked at me in disbelief; he thanked me and I turned to go catch my ferry home.
