I quickly formed a mind that he was a sleaze of a scaly-skin
reptile from the way he slithered sinister-ly into my driving path. I thought
little more of all that surrounding slime until he squirted out the first shocking stream. He did it
once, he did it twice, four times; my revulsion lost count. The creepy-crawly
cabbie was a senseless, spitting cobra.
I see them all the time. I wonder what at all is in their mouths that keeps producing the spittle. It's repugnant.
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