so we went to quinlan's. and then, if you think i'm kidding about the regular eccentric nature of our cab rides home, this time our driver had a toy poodle named teddy bear climbing over the seats and shivering in our laps. he also had a caffeine allergy [our driver, not teddy bear], so i had to return his barq's root beer for an a&w. typically, when i ask the cab driver if he wants anything -- before we run into the ghetto spur -- he says no. this one said "root beer."
i want a dog so bad. a big one that knows how to use a toilet and drive himself home at the end of the night.