Two Way Street

"Eighteen hours. Eighteen hours sittin on my butt dealing with assholes of one kind or another and all I've got to show for it is a lousy $96."

It really wasn't the double shifts or the crappy customers that bothered her. It was a whole world of things that piled themselves incessantly upon one's shoulders that kept the decent life always just out of her grasp.
Spending her days and nights chasing down dollar after dollar just to make her rent, put food on the table and pay for the doctor bills.
Too many days too much bullshit and not enough to show for it. She told herself that she really had to get down to the DMV to get her licence renewed. All she needed was for the TLC or the cops to stop her and they'd pull her card right there and then. Forget the fact that her insurance had lapsed more than a month ago and there was no way that she could manage to deal with those fucking bloodsuckers.
Every buck she had ever doled out to them was a dollar taken away from her kid. Fuming at the world, lost in worry and feeling tired she trawled the streets, meandering along the avenues and side streets hoping that she could get a couple more fares that would make her nut for the night before she had to return to the garage. Glancing at the gas gauge she realized that she had to tank up before returning. Shit! SHIT, Shit, shit, shit! Slamming her fist against the steering wheel in frustration of losing even more money that she couldn't afford.
Out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed a flash of grey. Before she could react there was a thud and for the briefest of moments a face looking at her in surprises and shock. A smiling, grimacing expression that disappeared just as fast as it appeared. Her foot came down on the brakes, but it was already too late. Holding onto the steering wheel in shock and puzzlement her foot came off the brake and feeling the cab lurch forward she pushed back down on the pedal and stopped the car once again.
A flash of images ran through her mind. Police. Miranda. Her licence. Blame. Horror. Confusion. She looked around and saw that the street was empty. In a reaction of self preservation that would haunt her for the rest of her days she slammed on the accelerator and with a furious rush of adrenaline sped off into the night hoping that the person she hit would be okay and that she could get home to be with her daughter. Fifteen blocks later in a parking lot near the west side drive she sat and shook and screamed at the roof of her cab, hoping to reach the ears of her savior: Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, why oh why, why oh why, why oh why, why oh why. Noooooo.

Me no lost the other side of the coin.

Post Stomp: The first part of this story is true, as true as Me can remember it for it were more than a dozen years inna past. Today were just story telling. Me hopes it ain't shit.