Last night, I got done with the second half of my ten hour split shift and discovered that the freezing rain had changed to snow. The walking was a bit iffy--and I'd had enough of sprains and breaks for one year, thanks. So I thought I'd share a cab home with Tommy Jo--even tho' she lived in South Glens Falls--across the bridge over the falls of the Hudson River (home of Cooper's Cave--the cave that inspired the hideout cave in the early American novel (written by my ancesteror) Last of the Mohicans).
Anyway, I thought I'd share, and there was to be a stop at Burger King, and I was starving--my quick dinner at 4PM, while delicious, didn't last me the shift, I'm afraid...when you work 10 to 3 shift, no lunch, so, effectively, you're not getting lunch until dinner hour, and not getting dinner until late at night--if at all. Some nights when I work until close, I'm just too dang tired to cook or make a sandwich. Which is when I get up in the middle of the night with hunger pains, and help myself to a bowl of honey-nut toasted oats.
So, there I was, 10:30 at night, in the dingy old blue and white cab, TJ in the front seat, me in the back, the jolly lady cabbie nattering away behind the wheel...all in good fun, ey? We pull up to the burger-woof drive through, I pull out my wallet--empty! There'd been a $20 in it, when I'd left that morning for work. And I don't usually carry around my ATM card, so no money. So, I got a loan of twenty bucks, rode with TJ over the river to her apartment building in the next county, and then the cabbie picked up a fare. Rode with this fare back into the city to his destination...she got a call and picked up a 300 pound guy at the pub downtown next, squeezed him into the front seat...then picked up two more passengers--one another 300 pounder--and squeezed them into the back seat with me....and now I can truthfully say I know what a tinful of sardines feels like. Dropped the 300 pound guy off in the front (but not before he slammed his back against the seat several times, causing the front seat to slam into my kneecaps), then it was off to my place--except she was lost and not sure where in the city she was (???? Glens Falls is very small, more like a large town than a city--really, really hard to get lost, but she managed) So I had to give her directions back to the main street...I did finally get home--with my bag of now cold junk food--around a half hour later, give or take.
But you can't say I never meet people or go places, he-he.
QUESTIONS OF THE DAY; Is the Doctor bigger on the inside, too? And, does Glens Falls fall? 
