The happiest cab

In the photo, the cab I'm sitting in is a Dodge Diplomat. It was the only new cab I was ever given. I drove the first ever shift in that cab. It was 171 if memory serves. It was the happiest cab in the fleet, and there has never been a happier cab since. How so?

I was working State st. at around 10:00 pm the night of that first shift. A couple asked me for a ride to Monona, I said sure. They got in. On the ride they were doing a bit of necking, a loving couple, all couples should love each other. I was getting off the beltline at South Towne, and the lady asked me if I minded if they had sex in the back seat.

"Lady, as long as you're willing to pay the fare, I don't care what you do."

She said to drive them somewhere, anywhere, and she'd tell me when they were done. I got back on the beltline westbound, and we started driving toward the west side and Middleton if it took that long. It would be a good fare. The guy was sitting in the middle of the seat. She took her panties off and hiked up her dress a little and let herself down on him. She told me they were finished when I got to about Parmenter, so I turned around again and headed back to Monona.

When we got to their house, they paid me and tipped generously. She kind of danced from the cab to the door of the house. The guy was sitting there with what could be described as a shit eating grin, he was a tad slow to get up and follow. It was the right way to christen the only new cab of my life, don't you think?