Jack Off Cabi

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

I suppose it wouldn't hurt to mention that I'm shooting a documentary. I wont tell you about what just yet...it's in development and I'm not sure I want to fully reveal my identity to the world on this blog yet...I've told too many embarrassing things!

But, let me get back to the point of this post. I'm shooting a film. So this past Sunday my friend A (who is helping me film) and I decided to meet in Union Square to grab some people off the street to interview. However, before that I needed to go over to B&H to grab some needed supplies. Before I go any further, I want to say how much I LOVE B&H. It's like a candy store for major geeks. Editing stations, cameras, pro-audio, accessories, everything a (tech)girl could ever want! Coming out of B&H I needed to catch a cab because I had way too many things in my arms. A camera, two tri-pods, audio equipment, a Macbook.....the subway was NOT happening. So I hailed a cab.

Unlike many cab rides I've had in the past, everything was going well. The music wasn't too loud, there were no creepy smells, the driver wasn't arguing with me about which way to go, he wasn't on the phone or texting, and he was even fluent in English. But then we hit our first stoplight. I was on the phone with my mom so I didn't really think anything of the shaking sound I heard. You know, like someone's scratching an itch over top of their clothes?

But then my phone lost service.

I was no longer on the phone with my mom, but I could still hear the noise. And then I saw that the cab driver was shaking his shoulders...and only driving with his left hand. At first I really did think he was just scratching an itch....I just didn't think he would be scratching that itch. It took a few blocks of me making up excuses as to what he could possibly be doing. When we finally arrived at Union Square, I had to scoot over all my equipment to try and get out of the car. I stood up on me feet and was able to see very clearly that he had his right hand down his pants. And all of my suspicions were instantly confirmed. Needless to say, I didn't take the receipt.

When I told my mom, she asked me what I was wearing. Just jeans, a t-shirt, and my Toms! I wasn't exactly dressed to the nines. No, I don't think that was about me as much as he was just bored. I read an article recently that confirmed that 31% of men have masturbated at work. Hey whatever floats your boat I guess. But next time, try to be a little more discrete. Please and thank you.

1 comments:

Behold the Metatron said...

maybe he had crabs for lunch...

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