Pirates To Pyramids: Las Vegas Taxi Tales - Plot & Excerpts
One Sunday morning at 5:00 a.m., I picked up a carload of New York guys, but they could have been from anywhere and the story could have been the same. It all started with the puzzle. There was something off about them. They were all too jolly for this time of day/night. I asked myself what is different about them. Then it hit me. They were talking all at once. This is odd because guys don't talk this way, especially tired, drunk or recently drunk guys who have been out all night. Girls can do this because they are congenial, convivial or whatever they are, but not guys. Guys are too competitive, derisive and bitingly funny. They like, no, they love to cut each other. They listen to everything said and then they pounce, one at a time. They play off each others' comments, unmercifully, whether in defense or offense. They don't care which. These guys were different and it was obvious something had happened to them. So when one of them asked the others, "should we tell the cab driver?" my ears perked up and my mind said, aha I knew it.
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