wine in plastics cups

[Thomas]

While paying my way through college (or was it to pay off the college debt?)--anyway, I drove a yellow taxi in NYCity. In those days, money was even more scarce than today, so I drank a lot of, ahem, inexpensive wine--and I mean a lot.

But taxi driving is time-consuming and tiring. I needed a way to get my job and my drink in. I bought me one of those Spanish wine pouches shaped like a bladder, filled it with wine every evening, draped it over my shoulder and went to pick up my taxi. Took small sips throughout the night to help keep me from blowing my horn when someone p----d me off.

One night a couple gets in the cab. The guy taps on the bullet-proof slab that separates driver from the huddled masses. I slide open the little money window and ask what's up.

"Do you mind if we light up a joint in the cab?"

"Not really," I say, showing him my wine sack. "As long as you don't mind if I drink."

"But you are driving..." he says.

[This message has been edited by foodie (edited 09-14-2002).]