So just imagine without your imagination and only with your actual life experience. You're enjoying all of the pro bono benefits of New Orleans Jazz Fest without the economic octopus tentacles of the tourism industry. You've had fun now you are ready to retire for the evening and escape via Yellow or United Cab. When 16 different cabs pass you bye (3 on your way to Rampart Street, 2 that I asked 2 random women to hail down cab but it didn't work, 7 that were lined up on Frenchmen Street for the sole purpose of picking up passengers and 4 more random cabs that were determined to avoid my existence so that they could justify denying me a ride home.)
I engaged in a great conversation with some total strangers from parts scattered throughout Mississippi. They noticed the 7 vehicle caravan that Raciallyprofiled me and we shared some memorable laughs at my expense. In this case money was no object. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh my how far we haven't come. But thank God that cab number 17 got me home safe even though I left my keys in my homies car and now he's not answering his phone. So as I sit on my porch in the 3rd ward with 8% of my cellphone power left I'm convinced that God has a sense of humor. You just have to laugh at life sometimes.
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