Scene: Monday. Lunchtime. Husband has stolen the Prius, forcing me to take a taxi to my big important presentation on the Hogan Road.
On the way, the driver gets a call from someone requesting a ride."Does it have to be the Suburban?" he asks. The caller talks for a while, and then the driver says, "Swords? How big?" The swords might fit in a regular cab, he says, and they agree to try. "Give me 15 minutes."
The cabbie hangs up and tells me, "This guy wants me to pick him up-- he just bought a 5 gallon fish tank and two swords. Kinda odd."
I suggest that the guy is decorating a Japanese restaurant.
"If they don't fit in the trunk, you'll have to put the blades out the window. Just don't drive too close to any pedestrians." Hahaha, chuckle.
As I tip the cabbie and step out, I call jovially, "Good luck with the swords!" Because I am the sort of person who enjoys a laugh with my fellow man, at the expense of a weirdo.
And then I read this.
Yeah, read down to the part about how the bank robber's goth roommates were caught in taxi with a four-and-a-half foot sword.
It's too bad for the driver, because I bet a bank robber would tip really well.
Maybe he got to keep the fish tank.