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My cabdriver was extremely rude, extremely crude, and even a bit obnoxious, but thankfully the ride was a very short one--just $3.10 to my front door. He flicked off the meter and I handed him a 20, the smallest bill I had.

"Why dontcha give me 16 bucks back," I told him, one foot already out the door.

He tucked the bill into his breast pocket, then handed me back a ten. "I'm sorry sir," he said. "I have no singles or fives, so that ten is all I can give you in change. Good night."

"Good night my butt!" I snapped, pulling my foot back inside the car. "What you're gonna do is drive me over to the 24-hour Walgreens--without turning the meter back on--so I can go in and get some change!" I slammed the door shut and waited for him to start rolling. Instead he paused for a moment, rifled through yet another one of his pockets, and turned to me with a huge wad of bills in his hand.

"Oh look, sir!" he exclaimed. "I just happened to find some change in another one of my pockets!" Then he counted out six singles into my hand.

--Johnny Masiulewicz

Shortly after eight one recent morning the WFMT announcer read the temperatures for O'Hare, the lakefront, and Meigs Field. He stopped for a second and then said, "At the current hour we don't have a reading for Midway." He paused again, then continued, "But who needs it?"

--Lucy O'Malley

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