Wackiness Ensues...
an excerpt

“A phone I can understand, they fall out of your pocket” Troy spoke quickly as a door opened and a rustle of plastic shopping bags and the sound of intoxicated straws slurping the bottom of 64 ounce margarita classes filled the background. Troy continued as the familiar click of the meter echoed, “A bag like yours? Oh yeah all the time.” He was building the story like a true service industry veteran hustling for tips. Even though he was on the phone, the yokels in the back of the cab were soaking all the story up like their livers filtering the fifth of cheap tequila they’d just consumed. “Then,” he pauses for a dramatic effect if incredulousness, “this well, lady of the night should I say,” his feigned modesty in such a town of ill repute is a nice touch, “ she gets in with a nicely dressed gentleman, fedora, silver tipped cane, classic rat-pack Sinatra type.” Troy’s has the riders so caught up in the story they ignore the round about way he’s taking them to up his fare. “ I drop them off at Caesers and the Valets see the guy and rush up to help him like they know him well.” I hear mumbling in the background and can make out some minor excitement as the car stops. They riders must be staying at Caesers that night. He’s good. “ The meter starts printing a reciept and he reaches the story with his urban myth climax. “They get out with a nice tip from the gentleman and giggle from the lady, and I start to pull away.” “Next thing I know the valets are pounding at my window and the suit guy is asking me to unroll my window. The lady is crying and I’m freaked. Vegas is an unpredictable town you know? I’m a bout to pull off when the guy waves a grand in cash at me. Ten Hundred dollar bills!” Troy’s fare is in rapture expectantly looking around for the guy in the suit to be walking around. “I unroll my window and he tells me to unlock my door.” “I do and he gets in the back, digs around and grabs a Prosthetic foot w ith a stiletto strapped to it.” He slammed the door and waved me off, never saw him again…” His story trails off and the couple exits as they shove a wad of cash drunkenly scrambled together towards him. I’m also sucked in, but get pulled away.