That was the question that brought in all the dough for me yesterday.
I had my best earnings day at the cab job yesterday thanks to two round-trips I made between Taylor and Ypsilanti. A truck driver received a rather new truck, minus keys. Why it had no keys, I have no idea. Being a regular person, I should have suggested they change the locks on the truck; if the former driver was disgruntled, he probably kept the keys in order to exact revenge on the truck later.
But being a cab driver overruled me being a regular person, and I kept my mouth shut. Good thing.
Talk about flimsy computer records: the computer said the truck took a double-sided key; the code book said a single-sided key. Being a regular person, I should have suggested he have both types cut.
But again, being a cab driver overruled me being the regular person, and I kept my mouth shut. Another good thing. It ended up being a $100 run, which enabled me to gross enough to pay off one bill of mine entirely.
Where am I getting knowledge about trucks anyway?
* George has proven to be a good fit so far at the house. He's like me the past eighteen or so months: a hermit around here. Self-proclaimed, so he's telling the truth. Steve and him get along, at least so far. I haven't had the courage to tell him that Steve uses up all the hot air around the house.
Steve had to take the bedroom adjoining mine again, like it was when we moved here. I had to wear industrial earplugs the last time because Steve's chronic cough kept me awake all night. The landlord couldn't sound-proof the room, so I had no choice. When Mike moved out, Steve switched to the front bedroom, which allowed me to sleep normally.
In the time between then and now, Steve's budget has him smoking those stupid little $1 cigars. As a result, his cough has gotten much worse in time. It's likely the couch for me tonight. He'll ridicule me for the choice, but deep down I know he'll understand, just like before.
* When my mini-van was broken into in Detroit in 1999, the thief took all my cassette tapes. Included in them was a tape made when I was three years old, with old Sesame Street songs in the background. On YouTube yesterday, I unearthed an old Ernie & Bert song called "La La La La...." about the letter "L" that I enjoyed at that age.
The damn song's been on my mind all day, and unlike hearing it on that classic cassette, it's annoying me to all hell today.
* And, talk about late updates, I never mentioned: Nick (Jenni's middle son) is off the eye patch, and his vision is almost 20-20; thank goodness. Basic treatment corrected his vision problem. He's also done well in math lately, getting a 100% on his latest test after he kept saying he failed. Jenni's been very concerned about his progress over the past couple years, but this week has given her relief. And I'm very happy for the both of them.
Jenni & I haven't seen much of each other recently thanks to events popping up on both ends. But we know each other to the point that we accept it, brutal as it may be, and we tend to what's on our individual plates before starting a shared one of our own.
Just another of the many reasons why this relationship has so much more potential than the others put together: simple acceptance.
