I never turn down a fare, unless the potential customer looks dangerous. So I admit that I provide plenty of obvious homosexuals trips in my taxi. I will admit that they tend to tip well and that's fine, just as long as they don't try to kiss me or ask me for my phone number.
You see, I am 100% man. I am a straight man.
Just the other day I got a call for a fare outside a fancy and expensive hotel (I won't mention the name) and this guy with perfect hair, Captain Kirk sideburns and wearing a "I support gay marriage" button on his lapel gets in the car.
I had to point out the obvious to this oblivious queen! "Hey," I said, "Do this equation: Bridezilla minus groom plus homo equals what?"
He responded, "What?"
I told him, "Two bridezillas!" But he didn't seem to get my point. I asked him if he peed sitting down and he got hysterical and asked me to stop the cab. I did. This flambouyant guy was gone in a flash. Not a big tip this time. He seemed to have something against me from the moment I told him I was streight.
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Did you think to get out and ask him what was wrong or did you just drive off?
Candy Samms
London, W4N PCU
Pedal to the metal baby!
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