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Saturday, August 16, 2014

"Taxi" by Xavier Gonzalo Pons/Flickr Profile xaviergp
Over time we all accumulate funny, strange and sometimes over the top anecdotes, so I wanted to share one of my best with all of you.

Late last summer I was living in New Jersey and had gone out to Brooklyn with a few friends, we spent a fun night bar hopping and just enjoying each others company before heading back to our friend Dean's* apartment.

Inevitably someone had forgotten to eat dinner and couldn't stomach what he had consumed, needless to say, rendering the apartment unfit for inhabitance. So, while he cleaned up his mess and attempted to air out the apartment, the rest of us went on a walk.

When we returned, a flashily dressed, twig-thin man was arguing with a cabby on the corner of our block. 

"You had me drive you all the way across the bridge, and didn't have the money?"

"Look, I just need to run upstairs into my apartment and get the cash, calm down."

Then it got physical, and the cabby grabbed the man's arm and started yelling in his face that he needed to produce the cash now. Chivalrous as he is, Dean got involved and--though he had never seen this guy before--vouched for the flashy guy as he ran up to his apartment to get some money.

A few minutes later, just as we were all beginning to think that we would have to pool our money to pay off this cabby, the guy swung out of his building's door and thrust the cash into the cabby's hand.

As soon as the yellow Honda CR-V drove off, the man turned to us and huffed, thanking Dean for being so sweet as to garner him a moment to run upstairs for money.

We all smiled politely and waited for the man to run back into his nearby building, but as he was walking away, he turned and said "I have to repay you somehow, come up to my place."

The three of us knew it was a stupid idea, but decided to go anyway, how much harm could this waif of a man do anyway? 

I know, I know, we were dumb..

When we got through the door of his three-story walk up, nothing could have prepared us for the shrines to Pat Benatar, Liza Minelli and Madonna. Although, I guess we all did sort of assume that his apartment would look like this.

He told us about his glamorous career as a stylist and showed off his collection of heels for the "rare" times he did drag. 

The looks exchanged between the three of us spoke volumes of how enthralled, creeped out, amused and skeptical that we all were. 

But once he threw "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" on his boombox, yes boombox, and offered us some freebies from his extensive weed collection, we decided it was time to get out.

None of us spoke a word until we got back to Dean's apartment--which thankfully no longer smelled like puke--and then we delved into retelling this tale to our friend that we had left behind. 

None of us ever saw him again, none of us ever spoke of the event again, but it is ingrained in my memory as one of the most fascinating experiences I have ever had in New York. 

I hope you enjoyed.

xoxo darlings,
Clementine


*name has been changed...mostly because his real name didn't look right.

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