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Date Posted: 06:56:54 05/17/04 Mon
Author: Leo
Subject: some more of that crazy voodoo shit ...

... that just keep on happening to me:

i take a zone one call around one pm on sunday, which ends up being over in the little trailer park off Price road in behind the Lexington cemetery, 812 Rustic Way. because it's a confusing maze of one ways and bad platt work in there, i ask dispatch for the phone number so i can call direct for good directions and to confirm if it's still a live call (zone one being more 'undesirable' and thus it may be a 'leftover' call that may have some age on it, meaning there's the possibility of them already having left or made other arrangements and i don't want to waste my time) before i chase all the way over there from where i was prospecting the usually sparce post-church afternoon grid.

a woman answers and confirms she's still waiting and provides coordinates, so that when i roll up she's sitting there outside on her porch. she gets up and slides into the back seat and then just says out of the blue, "well, what's the chance that i'd get you?". i reply unsuspectingly (i certainly haven't recognized her, mostly on account of i have never met the woman), "pretty good, i suppose, if you take cabs a lot ... ummmm, do we have some history or something that i don't recall?", with me wondering whether maybe we've had some sort of altercation at some time or other in the past that i don't recall, since her level of apprehension actually seems somewhat palpable. as we then proceed on with me asking where it is she's going, she continues, "Mary graduated this weekend, in case you were wondering."

now a little piqued with this, my response is again, "should i have an idea what or who you're talking about here, because you're sure not ringing any bells with me ... do i know you?", i ask as i look back in the mirror directly at her, me still perplexed and now becoming wary. she kind of sighs and spits out low and controlled-like as if to intentionally provoke me into the confrontation it seems she expects and is resigned to, "asshole son of a bitch", to which i then have to stop, turn around and ask her if we've had some kind of trouble during a cab ride before, because i'm really having a hard time remembering it if we have. she asks me, "you're really going to keep up with this act, aren't you?", to which i reply, "i don't know who you think i am ..." as i reach up to the visor and get my permit and hand it to her, "... but this kind of thing happens to me all the time where people swear i'm somebody else and i have to actually convince them otherwise". she looks at the cab license with my picture for a minute and then starts to apologize with some relief (on both our parts) and gets around to telling me she needs to go to the St. Joseph hospital ER and that i've just scared her even into another level of heart palpitations soley because she had been convinced that i was this ex-boyfreind of hers that she'd kicked out fairly recently. she's telling me that i have the same face, hair and even use the same kind of hair ties that he did. she says that her dread had even started with the phone call, that i even sounded and talked like this apparent asshole ex of hers.

i guess that by the time i delivered her to where she was going that i had convinced her with my "history of Kentucky settlement and the population migration via the Buffalo trail" and my family in Kentucky being related and/or physically resembling lots of local people theory conversational shpiel that i wasn't actually this other guy, because she tipped me a generous five bucks on an 8 dollar fare. poor woman, i just hope her blood pressure didn't double because of it all ... weird.

during our rather accelerated further conversation she let on that her family really had never approved of her recent relationship with this man, and i can't right now remember exactly whatever life events she discussed with me that i commented on that had made her vulnerable to wanting to be with this fellow out of normal character in the first place, so perhaps i should follow up (i still have the #) and do an interview/story workup or something? she must have been around my age, i guess, and "Mary" i'm thinking probably was her daughter.

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