I found this on a yahoo forum, it's catching on some wildfire on the other message boards.
So last night I'm working my shift (I drive a standard yellow cab) and I get a call to one of the shabbier areas of town. I pull up to the address and this kid practically sprints from his screen doored porch to my car.
"Help me... hospital please!"
I get out and help him in. I don't want to mess up my car, but I understand I don't have a choice now. I see this fat kid with a face all kind of messed up. Bleeding, puffy, etc. He was bleeding, bawling, texting on his Blackberry.
Anyway, I don't know who the kid was. He kept claiming to be a powerlifter, claiming to be 12-something-percentage-fat, or something like that. Kept typing on that outdated huge dinosaur phone, mumbling about "getting big" and "my legacy", etc.
I dropped him off at the hospital and I didn't even charge him. I wouldn't have wanted to touch his money, to be honest. I've never seen a bloodier, greasier kid in my life. Anyway, I hope it worked out well for him. Another day in the life of the cabster...
