The Cabbie

So a few years back I flew to Vegas for the weekend to gamble. I lost the shirt off my back, and had nothing left but a quarter and the second half of my round trip ticket. I figured if I could just get to the airport I could get myself home. So I went out to the front of the casino where there was a cab waiting. I got in and explained my situation to the cabbie. I promised to send the driver money from home, I offered him my credit card numbers, my drivers license number, my address, etc. but to no avail.

The cabbie said (adopt appropriate dialect), "If you don't have fifteen dollars, get the hell out of my cab!" So I was forced to hitchhike to the airport and was barely in time to catch my flight.

Last month, having worked long and hard to regain my financial success, I returned to Vegas and this time I won big. Feeling pretty good about myself, I went out to the front of the casino to get a cab ride back to the airport. Well who should I see out there, at the end of a long line of cabs, but my old buddy who had refused to give me a ride when I was down on his luck. I thought for a moment about how I could make this guy pay for his lack of charity, and I hit on a plan.

I got in the first cab in the line, "How much for a ride to the airport," I asked? "Fifteen bucks," came the reply. "And how much for you to go down on me (oral sex) during the way?" "What?! Get Out, out of my cab, you scum." I got into the back of each cab in the long line and asked the same questions, with the same result - getting kicked out of each taxi.

When I got to my old friend at the back of the line, I got in and asked "How much for a ride to the airport?" The cabbie replied "fifteen bucks." I said "O.K." and off we went. Then, as we drove slowly past the long line of cabs the I gave a big smile and a big thumbs up to each and every one.