My friend Spencer was in a cab-on-cab crash. It was 4 a.m. He was loaded, in the back seat. He turned his head and saw a cab hurtling toward him. It slammed into his side of the car.
His neck whipped around. The driver helplessly said, “oh no.” Spencer and his friend got out of the cab, took a look at the scene – not too bad – and bolted.
They didn’t leave a tip. “He got in a crash!” Spencer said. But I would have tipped him, anyway. I mean, what a shitty day at work.
Spencer could barely move his neck for a week. (This photo features his neck in better days.)
FYI: A woman in my book was also in a cab-on-cab accident. A much worse one. And she was 5 months pregnant.
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