Tuesday, February 20, 2007

5:30 am... in a cab from South Beach back to our

hotel, one of my colleagues tries to roll his window down.

Locked.

He starts shouting to the cab driver to either unlock the window or to stop.

Either the guy doesn't speak english or he just ignores him, because he doesn't even turn around. Or slow down.

BBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW....

My buddy pukes up a few gallons of wine, champaign, vodka and whatever was left of the lamb chops he ate earlier in the evening.

That got the cabbies attention though. He was a bit pissed off.

We gave him $200 for his trouble.

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