I had always heard that New York cab drivers were the rudest people in the world. A recent trip to New York proved, at least to me, that some of them were.
My company sent me to New York on a business trip. The trip was going to keep me there over the weekend and so I asked my wife if she would like to go with me and since she never had been to New York she said yes. She made arrangements to take a few days off from her job and on Wednesday we caught a flight to Newark. Bobbie was the original rubbernecked tourist on the ride into Manhattan and she kept going on and on about what she wanted to see while we were there. I laughed at her and reminded her that we were only going to be there four days, not four months. We checked into our motel, unpacked and then went down to the hotel dining room for dinner, after which we went out and walked around looking at the sights.
The next morning as I got ready to leave for the first meeting of the day I told Bobbie to enjoy herself and that I should be back by four o'clock and she should be ready for that evenings cocktail party. She said she was going to spend the day — and my money — shopping. I arrived back at the motel to find that I very much approved of the way she had spent my money. She was dressed in a black cocktail that came down to mid-thigh and that showcased her ample breasts. The outfit was completed by beige nylons and black high-heeled pumps, and if I knew my Bobbie there was a garter belt holding up those nylons since she knew I detested pantyhose. Not for the first time I thought of how lucky I had been to talk her into being mine.
We arrived at the party by cab and even though I gave the man a five-dollar tip on top of a twelve-dollar fare he scowled at me when I handed him the money. We went inside to mingle and I made the rounds and introduced Bobbie and was pleased by the attentive stares she got from the males present and perversely pleased by the looks she got from some of the other women there. The evening passed pleasantly enough and Bobbie was having a very good time flirting with the men. I hovered around Bobbie, not because of jealousy, but because when Bobbie drinks she becomes very uninhibited and when this happens some times men get the wrong impression and try to take advantage of the situation. More than once I've had to move in on a situation where some guys was trying to move her to a more secluded place to take advantage of her.
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