Free Cab Rides?

I don't even know where to begin...So as they say let start with the beginning. Monday afternoon walking down the street in Harlem I was palmed. By that I mean a stranger, who looked as if he was homeless, came from behind me and palmed my left butt cheek! He quickly walked passed me and down the street as I stopped and stared at him in shock!

Thinking "that homeless guy just grabbed my tale and I didn't even get a chance to mace him..."

As I looked around I notice that there were two other men that had seen this profound act. They looked a little surprised too, but there was nothing I could really do. I mean he was homeless and out of my eyesight. I'm sure that just made his day, but it ruin mine.

On Thursday evening I went on a blind date and we really hit it off. When there is more to tell on that subject, I will. As of right now, there is not. Any how we decided to go for a walk after eating and drinking and that is when I saw my first famous person in NYC. Apparently there was a Roberta Flat concert going on at the Apollo Theater and Bill Cosby was going to be there, although that's not who I saw. Coming out of the back stage door, he was joking with his escort telling her how horrible of a job she was doing. To tell you the truth she looked like a common Caucasian woman to me. Personal thought
"Shoot I probably could making mint for the men that like the ethnic look!" I started to ask her what agency she worked for, but decided against it. As I took a double look at her date I realized I was starring in the face
Chevy Chase, although I couldn't remember his name at the time.
(I'm soo bad with names.) He was not even three feet beside me. Question? Is he an B-list, or C-list star now? Then I saw him do something that made me realize, that just because your famous doesn't stop you from being human. Have you ever picked your nose in public? Well I'm here to tell you that famous people do it too! Enough said!!

Which brings me to the weekend. I decided not to go out this weekend. It wasn't that I didn't have places to be. I had already gone out twice during the week, and I was just plain ole tired. It's hard to kick it all the time when you work full time and you realize you just aren't as young as you used to be;-)

I did make myself go out Sunday afternoon to enjoy brunch with some friends. Besides who can resist a $20 brunch that includes unlimited Mimosas and Bloody Marys? I had two Bloody Mary's and three Mimosas. Did I mentioned that I spilled my third Bloody Mary on my skirt and broke the glass? I wasn't alone though. One of the other girls did the same thing. I mean, come on when you have unlimited alcohol someone is bound to spill a drink or break a glass:-) The food was good too. Although I had to send my order back because it was cold. This was after I had changed my order. I was really worried that they might spit in my food...but the alcohol should kill it right?? LOL...I know, that's nasty. Anyhow I went to the ladies room to wash my skirt out. Thank goodness they had one of those super, automatic, hand dryers that moves the flesh on your hand when you put your hand underneath it. My skirt was almost dry. When I realized I was holding up the line for the ladies restroom so I went into the men bathroom to continue the drying process. No men were in there, at least not at first.

Sorry folks. This is not what the blog is about to day. What I really want to share with you is the very beginning of Sunday. As if spilling vodka and tomato juice on my cream skirt wasn't enough!


The very beginning. I put on some cute clothes and was rocking my Afro as I walked down the street in my espadrille heels only to get stopped by a cab. I'm going to tell you right now. I had almost made it to the subway station. I only had to take about 20 more steps and I would have been there. I should have kept on walking. The cab driver asked me where I was going. I told him 46Th street. Now I want you to keep in mind that I was 89 blocks from my destination. He told me to hop in. I asked him how much was this cab ride going to cost me and he just smiled.

My head voice told me "Don't get in", but my feet voice said
"Wow, what luck". I got into the cab and immediately the cab drive turned sideways in his seat so he could look at me and the road. He then reached back and shook my hand. His English wasn't good, but I could understand him. He told me how beautiful I was and that he liked my outfit. What started off as a shaking of hands turned into a hand hold, and in about 30 seconds turned into molestation of my hand. He started rubbing, squeezing, fondling my fingers, pressing his hand against mine, and drawing circles.

I began to get worried as well as feeling uncomfortable. I had all these crazy thoughts going through my head. First one being:

1.What in the HELL did I get myself into?
2. This route doesn't look familiar,where is he taking me?
3.Do cab drivers have a secret place where they take their victims?
4.Rape, Kidnapping, etc.
5.What if he tries to dump my body in the river?

As I snapped myself back into reality, I snatch my hand back and tried to make small talk with him. His body language told me that he was truly disappointed and his English become worse. Subsequently I did find out that he was from the Dominican Republic and that he has been driving in NYC for three years. As we continued to drive along I just knew this man was going to charge me for this ride since I wasn't feeling him the way he was feeling me. As we approached my destination I asked him "how much do I owe you?". He just smiled at me and told me to have a wonderful afternoon.

I politely thanked him and told him to have a good afternoon, but what I was really thinking was "Lawd Help and Thank You at the same time!"

P.S. for all my smart Alec's; My mother taught me never to get in the car with strangers, but you usually forfeit that rule when it's a cab. Now I don't know..?