pity cab (for cutie)

had some shows tonight at IO, which were a little tainted for me by a horrible migraine headache. after the show, i stopped into salt and pepp diner to get a soda, thinking it was maybe a caffiene-or-hadn't-eaten-problem. the diner that usually closes around 10pm was open later than usual for a cubs game. a guy came in and slapped down a dollar.

"hey darlin'," he said, "can i get a glass-a water in one of them things for the guy in the pity cab?" the server, a kind girl who i've chatted with a bunch, didn't bat an eye and ran off to get a plastic to go cup with ice water and a straw. "this guy's in bad shape," the cab driver smirked.

apparently, a pity cab is when a driver knocks off the fare-keeper, and drives someone home out of pure good-samaritanship. pretty cool. i'd never heard of it, even after almost 6 years of living here.

rewarded!: the drunk of wrigleyville.
god bless.

let's get some runs.