This kinda stinks...
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"But, I pay," screamed the woman from the back of the cab. The cabby just looked at her in the rear view mirror. He had heard it all before, more than once.
"Twenty-three fifty," he said. The woman began to flail her arms, her mouth moved with no words. The roaring drama had begun.
"I say I pay!" she finally managed to vocalize. Several passersby slowed their step and looked to the cab. A scene was developing and the cabby knew he had video on his side, so he just let it ride. "Why you wanna rip me off? I ain't got no money," she ranted. The cabby opened his mic so dispatch could here his situation and alert the police. Help was on it's way and the doors were locked.
"Twenty-three fifty," he said again, calmly.
"Bitch, I told you I already," the woman screamed, "I already pay!" she began to yank on the door handle, beating against the window. "Let me out! I pay! I pay!" The cab rocked back and forth; the cabby just smiled. In his side mirror, he saw a patrol car pull up next to the cab. He rolled down his window, handed a small monitor to the officer.
"Got a live one, do ya?" the officer said.
"Arrest him! Arrest him!" the woman screamed as she pounded on the partition.
"Just don't feel like getting stiffed again," the cabby said as the officer watched the video. The cabby felt his patience begin to fade, but hopefully it was just about over.
"Fair enough," the officer said, handing back the monitor. "Go ahead and unlock the door and we'll take it from here."
One quick click and the cops yanked the passenger out of the cab; the pounding stopped, but the screaming seemed to be getting louder. Frank needed a new job, this shit was getting old. It just wasn't worth the crappy loving he was scrapping together each month.
He stepped out of the cab, called back to the officers to let them know he was leaving, waiting for the fare wasn't worth missing out on actual paying customers.
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