She Took the Driver for a Ride

She walked over to a cab in front of the Astor, turned on the eye power, and said. “Cabbie, 1 am stranded in New York.”

She was beautiful and she said she was hungry . . . and there’s nothing like a well-stacked dish to sell a man a bill of goods, so he cruised around the corner . . . and after that the ride was on him.

What a hackie doesn’t learn from lovely ladies who’d rather hold hands than pay the fare, he picks up from the assorted characters who bounce into the back scat all day long . . . strip teasers, snake charmers, hucksters and hustlers, the Cafe Society set and the Social Register pets. They change their clothes, tell their woes, get drunk, pitch woo. beat their wives, and make love to the driver. It’s all in a day’s work . . .