Petty Problems

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Ring..... Ring..... Come on! Answer! I don't have time for this.  Finally,a rough, gravelly voice picked up.

"Hello, Sarasota Taxi Services, How may I help you?"

"Yeah, Um, could you send someone to pick me up..... Please?" There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

"Okay, Kid, what address do we pick you up from?",said the slightly apprehensive voice.

" Oh! yeah,um, Great! So, the end of Honor Ray, maybe... yeah that would be good."

"Hold up, kid.  You're asking me to pick you up at the end of the street!"

"Well, I thought-"

"No, kid, you have to give me an address."

I feel at a loss for words.  Why was he giving me such petty problems?

The guy broke the silence be saying, "No good, No deal."

"Ugh!," I said out of exasperation, " I'll right, I'll pay extra for down the street."

"All right, Nadine, you made yourself a deal."

And with that , He hung up. Ah, well, I thought to myself, lugging the suitcase behind me.  I paused in front of Gilbert's room.  Please don't hear me

, Please don't hear me...

Good.  I entered the brisk morning air, which soothed my stress.  I guess the budget is looser since I'm going to live in Paris , I can pay that much for a cab, I tried to cheer my self up. 

It was only after I got in the car that I wondered why he knew my name.

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