“Union and Webster ... pu-leeease.”
Not a request. A command. The way one talks to one’s servants. Or, the way these prigs imagined that one might talk to one’s servants if one had servants.
Then the inevitable insipid conversation. Barbie doll talk. How the last date went ... “the coolest bar in town ... the drinks cost $12 but the bartenders really mix a great drink.” Right - it takes a real artist to make a bourbon and water, “... you won’t believe what happened to Rachel ... did you hear about Jan and Bob? ... what are we gonna do Tuesday night?”
What are you ever gonna do, witch?
I turned up the stereo to drown the dialogue. My classic rock 50’s mix. Chuck Berry. Fats Domino. Chuck Berry again. Then Wimoweh - ’61 Tokens version.
“My god!” one of them said, “You’re playing the greatest CD.”
“Yeah!” the other one seconded, ”Can you turn this up?”
“I can do better than that,” I said as I turned the volume up to rock out blast, “Let’s take it from the top.”
“In the village, the peaceful village the lion sleeps tonight ...” we sang. One mezzo, one contralto, my awesome bass.
“My god you’ve got an awesome bass!” The mezzo gushed.
I checked her in the mirror. Red haired. Not really too bad.
“A wimoweh! A wimoweh!” We sang along. They couldn’t quite hit the high notes. I tried falsetto. Did it for a few bars then my voice cracked and gargled to a wheeze.
We broke out laughing. I went back to bass.
“A wimoweh! A wimoweh!” We sang out slightly off key but gleefully.
We pulled in front of their bar.
“This is the best cab ride ever!” the red head explained.
“It’s awesome!” Her blond friend said.
“You’re got an awesome bass,” The red mezzo said again as she climbed out. She reached back and gave me her card.
“You were awesome too,” I told her. “ Awesome.”
"Awesome!" She said laughing at my mockery.
She’s a hair stylist. I can always use a cut.