Taxi drivers have big ears and bigger mouths Chapter Two

                                                
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 I'm here in this East Harlem diner to do a sit down with Trump, the taxi driver who is closest to Louis Xhaxahka, and pump him for information. I've told him that I'm a reporter and what I'm interested in is writing  a story about secrets taxi drivers hear. All I had to do is tell him that I would mention him and even put his picture in the papers, and he was in the palm of my hand.
  Trump spilled a story to me that could be very valuable. It could develop into a decent scandal or at least be useful to any Republican opposition researcher worth his salt. 
I have to sit through this, plus he's decided to light up one of his infernal cigarettes. 
    "A few days ago I picked up a man and a woman on the Upper East Side. They were talkin' about Nancy Pelosi as though they knew her, and talking about "the party" this and "us" that. They were arguing with each other over whether it would be a good thing or a bad thing for "us" to take back the House of Representatives. 
    "The young lady was all for it. 
     "The guy said that Nancy Pelosi has a shitty personality. He said to the lady, ‘In fact, she's a bitch and you know it.' He said that Pelosi would hurt "the party" if she became Speaker of the House. He said that Representative John Conyers would embarrass "the party" if he became head of some committee. 'Conyers having hearings could really hurt us. He's three-quarters of the way to being a goddamn trooffer.'*

 "The guy said that it would be better for the Democrats to be able to go to the public in 2016, saying that they had been completely out of power in Congress, President Obama's hands were tied and we're not responsible for anything that George Bush ever did and Barack Obama never did. 
   "The young lady got out at Grand Central Station, but the guy went on to the meatpacking district if I remember right. A townhouse. He got onto his cell phone and started yelling at someone for bringing cocaine and snorting it at a party in a bigshot's house.

   "He got out, paid me, tipped me, and went on his way."
   Well, then I asked Trump if he had any addresses of where they got in the cab and where he dropped the guy off. The idiot said to me that he would be able to get his trip record back from the dispatcher for five dollars. So, I gave him a fiver and told him I'd be looking for him tomorrow, same time, same station.
   The problem for me was how to get this information up to the big shots and get credit for it, considering I'm not supposed to be hanging out in a place like this talking to these people. I mean, this Trump character was close to Louie Xhaxahka, our last surviving embezzler. He might be all we have to work with. So, the hell with it. This is my case and my case alone.  
Well, let's see what goodies this moron brings me tomorrow. If I have to, I'll make up some bullshit story or other. I am a veteran detective in the Chicago Police Department after all.  
By the way,  a breathtakingly beautiful woman works behind the counter at The Greek's diner. If you can visualize Jennifer Lopez in Anaconda you have an idea of what I'm looking at.
    I noticed all the Connecticut plates parked and double parked around here, and the men in suits, the Wall Street boys who pack this place around six to seven-thirty in the mornings.  
She's every school boy's dream And she is part of this story.

* Perjorative for 9/11 Truther

** To the best of my recollection this is a true story.(Author)



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