Post by Phil Goode on Jul 13, 2020 20:28:19 GMT -5
Fade in. There is an outline of the 48 contiguous states beaming off of the television screen. A silver slanted car logo begins traveling within the outline. It leaves a series of blue trailing lines, that create every border of the United States.
(All eyez are glued to the titantron now) The arrival of a rusty old yellow taxicab is met by loud, groovy music. Vivrant Thing by Queens, NY native Q-Tip is blaring from the PA system. In the vehicle sits a middle-aged Lebanese man, and his silk button-up shirt is visibly stained and covered in dirt. He is looking at his taximeter, which reads $0.01, and slams his hairy knuckles against the worn-out steering wheel. The cab’s muffler is shaking like Rev. Jesse Jackson while also blowing a cloud of dense, black smoke.
(Underrated, understated, and defeated) I can’t compete… I won’t compete… and I never could compete. Nowadays, my line of work is obsolete, no one will pay 85 dollars for a ride up the street. Americans have a saying about things you can’t beat. (Overwhelmed and extremely hot) They say… you join em… they say you join em like Lebron James did with the Heat, like talcum powder did with my feet, and my hand when I grab my mea…
(His face is now bright red and his tears fall peacefully onto his cheek) Damn you… Damn you G-Plus.
(Back to the live action) The viewers at home get a clear shot of the massive titantron display, and the capacity crowd in Boston, Massachusetts.
Without an ounce of finesse, the robust man climbs out of the driver seat and lays flat across the hood of the taxicab.
Practically cooking himself alive from the fire of his engine.
Taxi Driver
(Underrated, understated, and defeated) I can’t compete… I won’t compete… and I never could compete. Nowadays, my line of work is obsolete, no one will pay 85 dollars for a ride up the street. Americans have a saying about things you can’t beat. (Overwhelmed and extremely hot) They say… you join em… they say you join em like Lebron James did with the Heat, like talcum powder did with my feet, and my hand when I grab my mea…
Suddenly, a silver 2003 Lexus ES 300 speeds by the raggedy taxicab. Despite the sheer quickness of the luxury automobile, the taxi driver is still able to catch a glimpse of a florescent green sign on the window-shield, and a license plate that reads G-PLUS.
Taxi Driver
(His face is now bright red and his tears fall peacefully onto his cheek) Damn you… Damn you G-Plus.
The man continues to sulk as he shoves his fatass back into the driver’s side.