I was sitting on the stand, half asleep, when the rear door suddenly opened and someone threw themself onto the back seat. The noise made me nearly jump out of my skin.
"You're available, aren't you?" the woman asked. She was twenty-something.
"Yeah, yeah, sure," I answered, grumbling to myself that I should lock the doors in the future. I mean, what if she was some crazed robber or something? I could have been be whacked over the head or stuck up, who knows? I mean...
"You okay?" she asks.
"I'm fine," I answer, composing myself. "You just startled me. Where to?"
She gives me the address. I punch the meter and we're off.
"Workin' late?" I ask.
"No, I was just having a couple drinks with friends after work. It's been a loooong day."
"Like I've never had."
"Do you do Face Book?"
"No," I answer. "But I've heard of it."
"Anyway, I get an e-mail from a friend telling me to check out my boyfriend's Face Book page. So I do. And he's changed his status from 'attached' to 'single'. In other words, I've been dumped."
"Wha?... You mean he didn't actually tell you this?"
"No, nothing. No discussion. No phone call. No message. Not even an e-mail. Not only that, all my friends found out before I did. I had to learn about it from them."
"Have you tried tried to call him?"
"Not yet, I've just been in shock. I don't even know what I'd say to him."
"When did you see him last?"
"Two days ago. We spent the weekend together."
"And there was no fight, no hint that anything was up?"
"No, nothing. I thought we had a wonderful weekend."
"How do you know it's not, like, a mistake?"
"Because he put up a picture of his new girlfriend! Some twit he met last week. I recognized her from a party we went to. I asked him who he was he was talking to and he said some girl from Vermont. She had tatoos, like he does, and likes motorcycles and the same kind of music he does. He thought she was cool."
"Yeah, he dumps me because I don't like heavy metal music and have tatoos! Well, I'm sorry, but I know I'm going to be old some day and don't want to look like some crumpled piece of newspaper with these faded, gross tatoos."
"And how long have you been going out?"
"About three months. He had just gotten out of a really bad relationship, he said, so I was trying to be extra gentle with him, give all the space he needed, not to pressure him or nag him about spending time with me... AND FOR WHAT!? Couldn't he have just called?"
"Unbelievable. I've heard of jerks breaking up with girlfriends by leaving messages on their phone machines, but this is a whole different level of contemptible. You don't cancel a magazine subscription that way. It's despicable, almost psychotic."
"He's too chicken to do it in person?"
"It's probably lucky it happened sooner than later, because just think of if you had spent some serious time with this butthole. You deserve better. Lot's better."
"You think so?"
"Definitely. And you will. In the meantime, I'd start thinking of some medieval-style revenge on him."
"You know, he's not worth the time and effort. I think I'll just hang out with my friends."
"There ya go."
"I feel better just venting about it. Thanks."
She handed me a twenty to cover the $13 fare. I started to make change.
"No, keep it. Thanks."