it was actually one coworker and his hot babe girlfriend
we talked about all the normal things: the bible, isla vista, frat houses, halloween and films starring child actors.
sometimes i think the world would be better if i just let the passengers talk when i drove them
theyve got good stories to tell i bet
clearly mine are good
but imagine the modern day mark twain was sitting back there
and i didnt even give bro a chance to tell me about the time he took a steamboat down the mighty Mississip?
or about the time he painted a fence white with his homie Huck.
or that one raft ride he took with Nigger Jim?
odds are my passengers dont have stories about life on the mississippi
but what if they have even better tales
tales of nights drinking mead around a round table
stories about trading arms for hostages
lies about how the 2nd amendment isnt a raging dumpster fire of tragedy slowly tearing out country apart.
afterwards i drove home, woke amber up from her nap, then she went to work
then i was alone.
except for the cats who befriended me,
but only because they were hungry.