Taxi Driver
I’m not tryna' hustle a mom with a toddler and two suitcases.
I'm four bites into a ham panini when she knocked on my window.
She named a roach hotel across town and flinched when I said the fare. Calm down, it's city mandated. I’m not tryna' hustle a mom with a toddler and two suitcases.
“Anyone you can call?” I asked.
She shook her head. "Maybe... we walk?"
Not in this heat. “It's far,”
The kid wailed tired crocodile tears. Her shoulders stiffened. “Show me. Please.”
Had my mom looked any different stepping off the train?
I chewed my panini and thought. “Aww hell. Jump in. Extra sandwich in the cooler.”