Don't put your falling down drunk friend into a taxi CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
From Trump's Opus
Late one night I once picked this lady passenger up. I pick up a lot of passengers, lady and men passengers late at night but something happened that made me remember her and the trip.
It's not just because she vomited in the taxi. I get those about three four times a year. No, it's something that happened later when I saw on TV on the news that a lady said that she was raped by these cops who took her out of a taxi and it was all a very big deal with the trial and a lot of stuff on the news. I'm pretty sure that I'm the taxi driver that they talk about. It happened like this - like I said I picked her up. When I stopped I thought that two ladies were getting into the cab, one look pretty drunk and the other one seemed to be okay. So I pulled up and I was figuring both of them were gonna get into the car but guess what? The one that's standing straight and could speak pushes the other one into the backseat and tells me "take her to the so so so and so." I said "now wait a minute lady. I stopped for the both of you. How you expect me to take care of her and deal with her if she starts acting crazy and what if she feels like throwing up and doesn't tell me?"
The one who's standing outside of the cab says to me "listen man she's in your taxi now and you're gonna take her home."
Now the rule says I don't have to take her but what am I supposed to do now? I can't touch her or drag her out of the car although I would like to. So I figured "what the hell I'm stuck with her let's do it fast." So we get to this place and I can't wake her up but she got her purse next to her. So I grab the purse and there's cash in there and I figure I'm going to get paid now. There's two twenties and I take them. And I keep saying "lady lady wake up" but that is just what she is not doing. So I call 911. What else am I supposed to do now? And then she wakes up for a minute and starts vomiting all over the back. So I say to her "lady get out of my car, And you owe me
tell I tell them what's going on and they start shaking her and say "wake up wake up" cuz she fell back asleep and she wakes up and they take her by the arms I say "but she owes me seventeen fifty." And one cop kind of pushes the other one on the arm and points at me and laughs so I have to give up on that but at least I got the car wash money. I get back inside my car and then they start walking her to her building and I head to the car wash over on Houston Street and they let me wash out the back they give me a pail of soapy water, some big sponges and a mop and they say give us $40 which I did. What the hell else was I going to do? So I clean out the back and go back to work and more less forget about it until I'm sitting in the garage and a big TV on the wall has the news on and there's the story.
These were crooked and bad cops ( to my way of thinking they all are). They say the lady says that one of them raped her and it shows that one of them called a fake 911 back to the building so they could go back to her apartment and one of them gets naked and crawls into the bed with her while the other one is standing watchin' out of the window in case any other cops show up.
So they had the fake 911 call and they had them falsifying records and stuff and they got them for that but not for the rape because the jury believed that a single woman who lives in the East Village with all the hippies and radicals and artists and night people and is drunk at night by herself can't be raped I guess at least not by a cop.
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