Lessons Learned: Fate is Cheap
It might have been the unseasonably cold weather this morning, but BitchNichole apparently got out of bed on the wrong foot this morning. Absolutely nothing was going her way, and after a number of mishaps and misfortunes, it became clear that she was going to be forced into taking a cab to work.
This of course doesn't seem like such a bad situation, until you take into account the other 500,000 people that were also in need of old yellow to get them to their morning destinations.
The diva stood on her corner with her arm outstreched into traffic for 20 minutes watching individuals in all around her grab the pollution emmiting gold before she finally saw an open door. Unfortunately the door was two blocks away so if she was going to get the prize she was going to have to sprint which is a task in and of itself for our favorite Welsh Goddess.
Regardless, that cab was her's and she was going to get it come hell or highwater. Or so she thought. At the last minute the diva saw a hand grab for the door. But the diva wasn't giving upi that easily. It was time to turn on the ole BitchNichoe charm.
The Welsh Goddess batted her eyes as she asked the man in the taxi where he was going and smiled sweetly as she inquired about sharing the vehicle. Eventually the other taxi bandit could resist and agreed to let the diva share a ride.
Once inside BitchNichole introduced herself to the friendly stranger, OldManCheese, and made small talk about their separate stops for the morning. OldManCheese explained that he was an investment banker and on his way to close the big on that was going to pay for his entire year. He then went on to feign interest in the diva's profession of the week and relate it to his own life.
When they eventually arrived at OldManCheese's stop he handed the diva half the fare and his card claiming that maybe this cab ride was fate, before kissing the diva's hand and went about his way to score the big deal. As the diva pulled away in the cab she thought to herself "I really doubt fate would go halvesies on cab fare."
This of course doesn't seem like such a bad situation, until you take into account the other 500,000 people that were also in need of old yellow to get them to their morning destinations.
The diva stood on her corner with her arm outstreched into traffic for 20 minutes watching individuals in all around her grab the pollution emmiting gold before she finally saw an open door. Unfortunately the door was two blocks away so if she was going to get the prize she was going to have to sprint which is a task in and of itself for our favorite Welsh Goddess.
Regardless, that cab was her's and she was going to get it come hell or highwater. Or so she thought. At the last minute the diva saw a hand grab for the door. But the diva wasn't giving upi that easily. It was time to turn on the ole BitchNichoe charm.
The Welsh Goddess batted her eyes as she asked the man in the taxi where he was going and smiled sweetly as she inquired about sharing the vehicle. Eventually the other taxi bandit could resist and agreed to let the diva share a ride.
Once inside BitchNichole introduced herself to the friendly stranger, OldManCheese, and made small talk about their separate stops for the morning. OldManCheese explained that he was an investment banker and on his way to close the big on that was going to pay for his entire year. He then went on to feign interest in the diva's profession of the week and relate it to his own life.
When they eventually arrived at OldManCheese's stop he handed the diva half the fare and his card claiming that maybe this cab ride was fate, before kissing the diva's hand and went about his way to score the big deal. As the diva pulled away in the cab she thought to herself "I really doubt fate would go halvesies on cab fare."
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