drove two japanese girls from beverly hills to newport beach.
they were quiet and shy and incredibly beautiful.
talked super quietly to each other, giggled, checked their phones.
usually a 90 minute ride would include colorful conversations, mutual discoveries,
and beautiful tales from our unique walks through this so called life
but i never pushed, and they never asked, so in 20 minutes they were snoozing in the back.
i played the sirius venus channel quietly: modern tunes by women singers.
traffic wasn’t bad and when we got there i asked quietly
“is this a motel we are going to?”
they said, even quieter, “yes the blah blah on the beach hotel”
so i went where i was supposed to go, a little street that dead ended at the beach
the sun was setting, but not in a spectacular way.
i took the two huge suitcases out of the trunk and said, “im sorry you couldnt get closer”
they laughed and weirdly there was no sign that said Hotel
and they looked around and began wandering
without their luggage!
but i was already driving back out of the narrow street.
hoping theyd find their hotel. hoping it was just a door or two away.
i was in a rush to get back to the safety of hollywood.
and on the way home i was sure they would give me a less than perfect rating because i didnt show them
exactly to the door.
but this morning i looked and voila
they tipped me $20 on the $160 fare.
arigato sleeping girls!