Last night was my first Hip Hop night driving the taxi, and the last Hip Hop night of the summer. Cops showed up at the Fairview, anticipating fistfights and drunk driving. From what I gather it wasn't as much fun as it should've been because they were staring at everyone. Talkeetna has no police department, so it was especially weird to see them there. I walked up to one of them and said, "Hi, I'm driving the taxi tonight. It's the big white van."
He raised his eyebrows at me and said, "Oh."
OH. JUST DIDN'T WANT TO GET PULLED OVER. IF I'M WEAVING IT'S CAUSE THE VAN'S OUT OF ALIGNMENT AND THE STEERING WHEEL'S THE SIZE OF A LARGE PIZZA. Thanks.
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