We were crossing the bridge when Joseph mentioned the bowl of candy he had secured in the back. I acknowledged it and told him again how cool his cab was. He reminded me again that he hadn’t had a fare in 2 hours. Then the conversation went like this.
JOSEPH: Where you from?
ASHLEY: Michigan.
JOSEPH: Oh yeah, how many husbands can you have over there?
ASHLEY: Huh, uh, 5. One for each of the Great Lakes.
JOSEPH: (silence)
ASHLEY: What about you where are you from?
JOSEPH: Here.
ASHLEY: Oh really, where do you live in the city?
JOSEPH: I’m homeless. I sleep in the cab. I haven’t had a fare in 2 hours.
ASHLEY: Huh.
JOSEPH: So you work at Rodeo?
ASHLEY: Uh huh.
JOSEPH: You got a mechanical bull there?
ASHLEY: No we don’t.
JOSEPH: You ever hear of a Ron Jeremy saddle?
ASHLEY: Nope.
JOSEPH: Yeah, you know Ron Jeremy right? Yeah, so it’s a saddle with, uh, the horn is like his dick and you can have a bunch of orgasms.
This is when I started to freak out a little. I stopped unwrapping the LaffyTaffy I had selected and texted my friend the cab # I was in.
Check me out in Even Ladies Shit the Bed currently running at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre in NY.