The maintenance guys had to get in immediately because something was leaking somewhere. Luckily I still had an emergency $20 tucked away so I grabbed a taxi to Florence's.
The dashing driver and I talked about the decrease of taxi use and the possibility of driving a bus. He asked what I did.
"I'm an out-of-work writer."
"Oh! You can write about me."
So I took a picture and, handing him my card, told him to check the blog in a couple of days.
"I don't just drive a taxi." And he handed me his card. There, dashing smile and all, was his picture next to bright bold letters announcing SUNNYSIDE REAL ESTATE: All Your Residential and Business Needs Met!
"You're like in the two worst professions to be in during a recession,” I said in disbelief.
He laughed, said, "What can you do? You work."
Knock down 7, get up 8.
