Horrible sneeze day.
Steve, the Taxi Angel.
(FOUND PHONE IN THE BACK SEAT, WHAT? LET’S FIGURE IT OUT!)
Steve: I just dropped them of in Morton Grove.
Me: You better charge them for extra fare.
Steve: I will.
(In the meantime, Steve was asking about my manicure and pedicure. And, about my Canadian friend, Giulia. I showed Steve my fingers, but not my toes. Honestly, Steve is a little pervy.)
We get to my place. Steve knows where I live. I offer the cash I have. Steve refuses.
I hope Steve returns the phone and I hope Steve is around the next time I’m wondering the streets of Evanston at midnight.
People in my neighborhood Steve is a good one.