by Antonio Scarpacci
Waiting
for a fare.
Here comes one now.
Oh, it looks like he wants to go someplace far.
What?
You just want directions to the lighthouse?
It’s right there, you stinking little tourist!
What are you, blind?
Hey! You’re gonna lose that finger, pal!
Get in! I’ll drive you into the cold, dark ocean!
Waiting
for a fare.
(Yes, my Wings season 4 DVDs arrived today. How could you tell?)