pacing he could relieve the pain. He pulled his phone out of his pocket with his good hand, flipped it open, pressed a few buttons and then slammed it shut. Agitated, he took a seat on the bench again.
Paul strolled through the automatic doors, headed our way. âCabbie should be here in a moment.â
Fifteen minutes later, the yellow cab pulled into the circular drive in front of the hospital. Chris climbed into the front passengerâs seat as the rest of us piled into the back. The driver was Jamaican, with a red, green and black knitted cap covering his dreadlocks. Reggae music played on his radio and he bounced his head to it.
âYou can turn that crap off,â Chris said before we were even a block away. âHow about some music that we can all listen to and enjoy? Like pop, rock or rhythm and blues?â
Was he serious? I wish I could see his face just to see if he was cracking a smile. It was hard to believe that someone could be that tacky. The driver simply ignored him but that didnât stop his inappropriate comments. âIâm sure you donât understand one word Iâm saying.â He laughed. âCommunication barrier, of course. Would it be too much to ask for you people to stay in your placeâ¦in your country? Youâre just as bad as the Hispanicsâ¦coming over here illegallyâ¦stealing our jobsâ¦bringing thatâ¦thatâ¦what is it? That swine flu virus crapâ¦â
I couldnât believe my ears. And I wasnât surprised when the cab came to a screeching halt.
âGet out!â the cabbie said.
I peered out the window as the rain pattered against it. I wasnât about to get out of a cab in the middle of a rainstorm.
âAre you serious, dude?â Chris asked.
âAs a heart attack,â the cabbie said.
âWhat was itâ¦the music comment?â Chris asked, laughing. âOr was it the swine flu virus comment? Iâm sorry, manâ¦.â
âAll of youâ¦get out of my cab!â
âWhat did we do, man?â I had to know, because I hadnât said one mumbling word.
The cabdriver refused to respond. He didnât say another word as the four of us piled out of the car one at a time.
âHow much do we owe you, sir?â Paul asked, trying to smooth things over.
âNothing,â he responded. âI just want you out of my cab.â
As soon as Paul shut the door, the cabdriver peeled away from the curb, leaving us standing there, rain pouring on our heads.
âThanks a lot, Chris,â Daria said; her hair was instantly soaked and she slipped my blazer from her arms and covered her head with it. Tried to stay dry, but it was raining too hard.
âWhatâs with you, man?â I asked.
âYeah, man. This is certainly not acceptable,â Paul said.
Daria, Paul and I started moving toward the nearest train station, and after discovering that the rain wasnât about to ease up, we started jogging at a light pace. It was two blocks to the nearest train station and we left Chris behind. He wasnât able to move as fast, and all of us had silently agreed that weâd had enough of him. He knew his way back to campus. I glanced over my shoulder at him. He was limping slowly down the block, frowning from the pain with every step. Part of me wanted to go back, help him along. I contemplated it for moment, but lost the thought just as quickly.Kept moving at an even pace until we made it to the train station.
Daria was soaked and I felt sorry for her. Even with wet hair she was still beautiful.
Seated next to her on the âT,â I brushed wet hair from her face. âYou okay?â
âWhat a night,â she said. âChris is such a loser.â
âHeâs got some issues. They run deeper than any of us knows,â I explained.
âYeah, youâre right, Marcus. He does have issues,â Paul added. âAnd Iâm done with him at this juncture. I
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