Shout in the Ear Beats Shot in the Rear
Greenhorns on the Back Streets of Las Vegas
Funny in an ironic twist-of-a-way, mama bear cabbie ends up saving young cubs, again. One of the things I’ll miss about being a cabbie, making a difference, and well, the taxi stories. I began my cabbie career with one of the Frias Transportation taxi companies, Vegas Western, that no longer exists. But tales of young bucks venturing to Las Vegas in seek of a good time then finding themselves in sticky situations will live in infamy.
What’s your life worth?
Staging at a strip club, a guy walks up asking me how much for a ride to New York, New York. But after negotiations, he’s just standing there tapping his fingers on my door.
Me “Dude, what’s up? You want a ride or what?”
Dude “I’ll just walk.”
Me “Are you crazy or just stupid? You’re going to walk three miles in this hood? Good luck man.”
Dude “Wow, you’ve got me scared now.”
Me “You should be scared. Come on, let’s go.” I hopped out, opened the back door and made him get in for his own good.
Dude “I’m from South Dakota. This is my first time in Las Vegas.”
