The Rolls that Wouldn't Roll
Society folks think their better than the rest but they have their magic moments also.
The call was for an exclusive country club on James Island. Seems there had been a wedding. A Rolls Royce Limo had been hired. Trouble was it wouldn't roll.
(How embarrasing, inconvient and prophetic to hire a Rolls to carry you away from your big event and then have it break down. What a bummer. Talk about raining our your parade)
When I got there, the hood was up and people were hoping for a miracle. My fare was a highly intoxicated society type, maybe in her 50's.
Seem's, Eddie an ex-highway patrolman and her husband of thirty two years got drunk and left her....stranded with the rolls that wouldn't. So she called a cab, that's where I came into the scene.
She wanted to go clear across town, near where Highway 17 N. intersected with the Isle of Palms connector. Some apartment complex.
All the way there I had to listen to, "How could he after thirty two years".
Well we get to her place and there is $12.50 showing on the meter. When we get out of the cab she walks ahead of me. On the back of her dress was a red spot, as if her period had started when she was sitting down and had seeped thru.
Descretion being the better part of valor I didn't mention it.
Bad News. Eddie has the keys and he's not home. Ms. Society begins to panic at the mere thought of having to spend a night...Gawd forbid...outside.
I feel my money slipping away. A woman who is worried about spending a night in the bushes is not going to be overly concerned about paying a cab fare.
She decides to try a nieghbor who isn't home.
After some serious banging on the door and cursing she decides to try a nieghbor who is home. Her voice is taking on a tone of panic. I feel my money slipping further away.
Good news. This guy is home and better yet produces twenty dollars.
Keep the change driver
Hallelujah, paid again
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