Big Yellow Cab
Even the darkness feels hungry as I wait. The perfect cab appears, like the surprise visit of an old friend. As I slide in, the rich leather seats feel worn and warm with the faint scent of a cigar lingering from some previous fare. Headlights glint blackberry red off wet pavement as we pull away from the curb."Where to?" asks the smooth, rich voice of the cabby.
"Yes, where to?" I wonder
My head tips back against the seat, as if I am coaxing that last lingering sip from the bottom of the glass.
I yearn for something familiar, like my family's savory meatloaf. Or maybe the tangy, dried cherry and earthy spice of my favorite Moroccan restaraunt. The hiss of the cab's wheels suddenly calls to mind the sizzle of juicy T-Bone hitting a hot mesquite grill.Traveling through all the best of my senses, I smile, ready for a soft, smooth ride. This Big Yellow Cab is just what I'm looking for.
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We had some friends over last weekend for wine and Claymania and they brought this bottle of wine. With a label like this I don't think I'm going to open it. I'll keep this one and get another to drink!
I'll let you know if it is any good.
posted by the_ubster @ 8:44 PM
5 Comments:
Ever think of writing a lowbrow detective murder mystery novel?
Only if I can plagiarize from a bottle of wine.
It's still not clear to me if that was taken off the bottle of wine verbatim or if you wrote it. Either way, was the author drunk when that was written?
It was taken verbatim from the bottle while I was drinking... one could be forced to conclude the original author was drinking as well.
That explains it.
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