What a day.

SON.  OF.  A.  BITCH.

That's the kind of day I've been having.  That's not quite true, that's the kind of month I've been having.  I'm an enforcer for a not so important mobster.  During the day I drive a cab and when he needs something done I take care of it.  That's how today started.

My fares were lousy, every single one of them.  None of them tipped great; hell, none of them tipped decently either.  I went to the garage today and my cab is getting worked on, so I have to use someone else's.  The only one available was Bitch.  We named that cab Bitch because it had the worst luck it seems.  It started with a litter of puppies, we were short handed on drivers for awhile and that one just never went out.  The next thing we knew a pregnant dog had moved in and had a litter in there.  Any time you were in Bitch you knew that something odd was going to happen.  I had a great fare once in her, big tipper had me drive all over town for business and then he gets out on his last stop.  Picture this; there is a big wad of cash in his hand, I can see three hundreds plus twenties and tens, he's telling me to keep the change when the damn motorcycle rider goes up on the sidewalk and clips him.  It was like in a movie, the money is flying in slow motion away from me and because of the motorcycle rider my fare is bleeding all over my cab.  I get out and try to grab some cash but the wind was blowing too fast.  I couldn't leave because of the cops, I was a witness and all, and when I finally got back to the garage I had to clean his blood off of it.  Now I hate Bitch more because some new driver had her earlier and it smelled like chili.  I hated chili when I was a kid and now I hate it even more.  And for the past four years I've been a vegetarian and the smell was getting to me.

I'm going to see my part time boss to see if he has any extra work for me.  Of course I have all of this spare time because my girlfriend dumped me last week.  Thanks, bitch.  Damn, I miss her still.  He does and I get a rental because it might get a little messy and that little trick will keep the police an extra step away.  What's the job you ask?  Some hood was skimming so he's being taught a lesson.  Actually, he was already taught the lesson.  Now the other hoods are taught the lesson when this hood disappears.  My job is to dump the body.

The body is already wrapped up in trash bags and stuffed in the trunk, easy.  Should be the highlight of the day.

Nope.

No one put any weights on the body and I didn't notice until it was already in the water.  Now I have to go back to the car and get some tools and then I have to wade back to the body.  Son of a bitch, when will this day end?  My shoes and socks will be soaked, my pants will be wet who knows how high.  Should I take off my shoes and socks and then roll up my pants before I wade in?  Damn amateurs, didn't even weigh down the body and I have to do the extra work for it.

CRUNCH

WHAT THE FUCK!  I'm going to clean up the last of the job and I wake up in some guys kitchen.  I'm tied up and he's done a better job than anyone working for my boss.  I don't know if he's talking to me or to himself but what the hell?  He's noticed I'm awake and he's asking me questions.  His first question is "Do you like chili?"  SON. OF. A. BITCH.

You can call this a prequel to yesterdays story.