Son Of Taxi Bits And Pieces!

I thought I had found the woman of my dreams Thursday night. I had picked her up, along with four others, in the West End, She started a conversation with her friends about the zombie apocalypse and was a fan of The Walking Dead. Not the TV show, but the comic book. Wowie zowie!

Then the gal sang along to AC/DC's "It's A Long Way To The Top." Mama mia!

But then came the first test of our relationship. Once the fare had been paid, we had a brief interaction...
LADY: Thank you. You are a lovely gentleman.
GUAK: You're a lovely gentleman.
LADY (glaring): I am NOT a gentleman.
GUAK: My mistake.

The love affair was over. If you can't take a joke I have no use for you. Take a hike, sister! Oh, well. Blondes typically don't do it for me anyhow.

I drove a deaf woman to work at Bugaboo Creek. Her name badge stated her name was "Pattie Sue" though I know for a fact it's Judith.

Not so long ago I was stiffed out of my money by a member of the Maine State Legislature.

"I get ten Cinemax channels for $13.95 a month. From midnight to eight they show nothing but tits and ass movies. I used to buy a porno once a month for $14. Not anymore!" - my octogenarian regular

While parked in front of Gritty's a proprietor of a local business hopped into Black Betty. After a bit of driving around we found ourselves parked in the Denny's parking lot, where he proceeded to roll a joint. Nearing the end of the inexplicably long process he stated it was time to "add the salt." I soon discovered what he was referring to when he tossed an itty bitty plastic bag out the window and declared "that's the end of the crack!"

I really need to stop getting into these situations that are, at best, in this weird legal gray area merely for the story. And money.

Someone told me a "freddie" is a joint dusted with crack, but according to Urban Dictionary it's slang for heroin. Any street druggists out there that can clarify this for me?