The Final Tour I admit I was miffed – near the end of my shift when my radio squawked a request for just one final run ‘til my workday was done – to a house with an east-side address. I was slightly perturbed when I pulled to the curb and I anxiously tapped on my horn, then I started to go when my fare failed to show – but my dutiful sense left me torn. I was Irked as a crab when I climbed from my cab and proceeded to kno...
Her name was Tina, she worked in our data processing division. She always looked and conducted herself as the total professional who was dedicated to her job. Some dubbed her a cold fish, but I always felt they had read her wrong. As it always seemed that we had our lunch at the same time I attempted to break the ice by starting a conversation and to my delight she responded. Finally after a few weeks of polite conversati...
