up in smoke

i took a cab home from work tonight. i was there late and just wanted to peacefully sit in the back of a car rather than trudge to the F. given that i tried to get one at 8:30 on a thursday in the rain, i really lucked out by even getting a cab. the driver seemed a bit sketch, but that's not unusual. i'll settle for any cab that is willing to take me to brooklyn. as soon as we cross the bridge, the driver starts talking to me:

"you smoke?"

"excuse me?"

"ma'am, do you smoke?"

"what?"

"you smoke weed?"

"uh..."

"it's raining, traffic is slow. you want to smoke?"

"no, no thanks."

"you live in brooklyn. the people in brooklyn and the bronx, they always want to"

"no, not me."

the last 15 minutes of my trip was pretty awkward. i have a sneaking suspicion that he was high already or just trying to gouge me for my ride. either way, pretty damn sketch.