Thoughtful Man just rang me from work.
“We’re gonna be hit by a storm tonight. It’s all over the news,” his voice crackled down the line.
Some light key tapping revealed the worst. “Oh, you’re not going to continue working in that are you?”
“Probably not. Hardly anyone out anyway. Pay day is a week away and then there’s Christmas to think about,” he said. He sounded cold and lonely; in these days of Uber-bollocks, hospitality business-busting smoking bans and a surfeit of surly fares on drug-fuelled jollies, a cabby’s lot is not a happy one.
“Okay, baby. If it gets too bad, just come home.”
Loopy looked at me intently, craning his neck away from his game as I finished the call. “What’s up with dad?”
“Nothing,” I reassured him, “apparently we’ve got a storm on the way.”
“A storm? Will the internet go down?” Nice to see Thing 1 has his priorities straight */rolls eyes…*
*Knot in the mood for much tonight, Clicky… slightly fucked off with others that really should know better… /sigh… Come, cheer me up…*
*/:D Ah you are a good assistant… /settles back and pats snout…*
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