So the other night, I took a cab home in the middle of the night, and it was $9, but then i found $20 in the backseat of the cab, so I actually made money off the cab ride.
Oh and on saturday, something strange happened when I flagged down a taxi, he didn’t turn the meter on or anything, and then when I got out he told me it was 15 dollars, and I told him, there was no way I was paying that much. He tried to tell me that someone else gave him $20 for the same ride, and I was like “So what? I’M not paying that much” and this guy barely spoke any english, and here I am trying to convey to him: eloquently calculating the mathematics involved with the mileage and rate. He should have known better than to try to get schysty with another schyster(sp?). I gave him 5 bucks.
Then just yesterday evening I randomly wandered into Del Taco, and bought two tacos which I didn’t even really want, and I found $40 on the floor! It just feels like the Gods are on my side, giving me every oppurtunity to make it to LA. It’s like that part near the end of Clash of The Titans when Perseus, exhausted and beaten, collapses at the coliseum, and then when no one is looking Zeus puts him upright again to give him a chance to defeat the Kraken. So thanks for that.
“find and fulfill your destiny”