Taxi driver?

My future roomie has taken the chauffeur test to be a taxi driver. I asked her if she had some mace.
She has, apparently, a classic corvette in a garage way up north and she wants to get it out of jail so she's going to work two jobs for a while.
I went over to where she works to give her the rest of my deposit and pick up my house key (it's a tie-dye house key! w00t!). She was chatticus! It was tres awesome.
I told her I'd give her some pointers on being a taxi driver. She seemed to welcome the idea. She's my size and I hadn't realized that before. (We're smallish).
Well, she'll be ok if she keeps her wits about her. I hope that taxi drivers in this city don't have to be their own dispatcher like I did: that's a bitch, driving and answering the phone at the same time and routing yourself in your head while driving.
Dangerous if you ask me.
More dangerous than picking up drunk fares... her big worry was someone puking in the car. I told her to keep some towels and some cleaning fluid in the trunk.
I'm formulating a plan ... perhaps when she goes to pick up the car she might want someone along. Now, that to me sounds like a good clean fun vacation. Road trip in a classic Corvette! hhmm. I'll run that past her , fo sho.
what fun it would be, I think.
We seem to make each other laugh a lot so it might actually work. and we're both pretty laid back and practical. I'm going to push this idea. heh.
she reminds me of more than one person in my past, but mostly Lucy. I think she could be a doppleganger for Lucy if Lucy were not fiftyish now.
Well... soon, I'll be living in a new place and looking out a new window and living a new sort of life in a new sort of frame of mind.
And tonight I found out that my new abode is only about four minutes from the meeting hall. I am wondering if there is a shortcut because I'm betting I could walk to meetings in the summer time.
I got a letter from one of my incarcerated roommates today. It's full of niceties. It's really syrupy southern sweet.
I wish I could write back the real reason I'm moving out:
Dear L.:
You and your friend just sit on the couch all damn day, and all night, watching movies. I never saw anyone who watches movies so constantly in my entire life. YOu should be a movie critic, the two of you. And you manage to make the movie experience unenjoyable by putting on the closed captioning. It is truly annoying.
You don't ever ever go anywhere except church on Sunday, the grocery store, and the methadone clinic. ***************************
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but I guess that would be downer of a letter to get in jail so I will just write back saying "Sure, I'll drop by sometime."
And I probably will, once, and it will be so uncomfortable that I won't do it again.
I'll invite them to my new pad. I will.
And if they come over I'll be happy about it. But I doubt they will.