Cinco De Mayo, or Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, #3

Continued from the May 5th Blog Post "Cinco De Mayo, or Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" and from the May 9th Blog Post "Cinco De Mayo, or Girls Just Wanna Have Fun #2"

“You’ve got to be kidding me! We got the epileptic senior citizen cab driver?!” Cristina unbuckled her seat belt and dove head first over the front seat, righting herself swiftly and grabbing the steering wheel.

Lulu was in hysterics, envisioning cars falling off steep cliffs and head-on collisions with semi-trucks. “Stop the car, stop the car, stop the car!” Anna grabbed her by the shoulders and forced Lulu to look at her.

“Lulu, hush! We’re going like five miles per hour. No one dies going five miles per hour, especially in a boat like this. Look, Cristina already has the wheel.”

Cristina did have the wheel, although she was having a difficult time getting the driver’s leg off the gas. She finally resigned herself to sitting completely on the old man’s lap, nudging his leg off the pedal with her longer one.

“If you wake up with a boner, I swear I will personally escort you to the closest crematorium, so help me!” With that dark promise, she eased the cab to a stop.

She grabbed the keys, and they all escaped what Lulu was convinced was the devil’s own death vehicle. Standing around in a small circle of orange cast by a streetlight, the women stared at each other, speechless for the first time that night, possibly ever in their entire acquaintance.

A worried line appearing on her brow, Viv examined the man’s face closely, checking his pulse and placing her ear next to his mouth to check for breath. He snorted in her ear, and she jerked her head up, bumping it against the roof of the cab.

“Ugh! Gross! Yeah, he’s breathing. He could be taking a nap in his rocker on his front porch! What are we going to do?” She massaged the back of her head, shaking it in amazement at the peaceful slumber the man seemed to be enjoying.

“Try to shake him awake, while I call 9-1-1.” Anna pulled out her cell phone.

The other three took turns attempting to shake, startle, and in Cristina’s case, shove the elderly driver awake, without success. When the patrol car pulled up, followed immediately by the ambulance, they were perched atop the cab’s trunk, listening to Vivian leave a third message on Ben’s voicemail, begging for a ride.

To be continued...