The pick up comes from a motel near a truck stop and is going over state lines. Rough white guy, middle aged, portly, bearded, trucker hat. He's impressed by the amenities and wants to talk. It happens.
Several minutes in, the passenger asks me about my relationship with Jesus, which usually means he wants to talk about his relationship with Jesus, and how these must be the End Times. We do that while I defuse and distract, and after a good word or three, he's decided I'm a wise man, and it's time to go deep into his life, which means a confession that he's... going to the titty bar.
Because he just wants to smell it, you see, and those ladies are working, and is that so wrong? I know enough to weigh in with "Judge not, lest ye be judged", and he's wondering about whether the titty bar will have an ATM (seems likely, though not free).
Two minutes later, after a pump fake for a 7-11, I'm dropping him off, and he's greasing my palm with a folded 20, 10 and 5 -- $35 cash tip for a 15-minute ride. He later tips an additional $9 in the app. And as he looks me in the eye and thanks me for the ride, he says, "God bless America."
Ayup...
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