January 19, 2014
Jesus was pissed. There was something not right with the airport fare he had snagged. And now the arrogant bastard had just fallen asleep in his back seat. Who did he think he was that he could do that? It was his cab. He did not have to haul people he did not want to haul. He braked hard and swerved over two lanes and onto the shoulder nearly missing a green Buick. He dragged the fare out and set him beside the road with his damn suitcase. The bastard never woke up as he drove off. Jesus felt better.