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A successful broker flew to Vegas for the weekend to gamble.
He lost the shirt off his back, and had nothing left but a quarter and his ticket home. If he could just get to the airport, he could get himself home. So he went out to the front of the casino where there was a cab waiting. He got in and explained his situation to the cabbie. He promised to send the driver money from home, he offered him his credit card numbers, his driver's license number, his address, etc., but to no avail.
The cabbie said, "If you don't have fifteen dollars, get the hell out of my cab." So the broker was forced to hitchhike to the airport and was barely in time to catch his flight.
One year later the broker, having worked long and hard to regain his financial success, returned to Vegas and this time he won big. Feeling pretty good about himself, he went out to the front of the casino to get a cab ride back to the airport. Well, whom should he see out there, at the end of a long line of cabs, but his old buddy who
had refused to give him a ride when he was down on his luck.
The broker thought for a moment about how he could get his revenge.
He got into the first cab in the line. "How much for a ride to the airport?" he asked. "Fifteen bucks," came the reply. "And how much for you to give me oral sex on the way?" "What? Get the hell out of my cab." The broker got into the back of each cab in the long line and asked the same questions, with the same results.
When he got to his old friend at the back of the line, he got in and asked, "How much for a ride to the airport?" The cabbie replied, "Fifteen bucks." The broker said OK, and off they went. Then, as they drove slowly past the long line of cabs, the broker gave a big smile and a thumbs up sign to each driver.
He lost the shirt off his back, and had nothing left but a quarter and his ticket home. If he could just get to the airport, he could get himself home. So he went out to the front of the casino where there was a cab waiting. He got in and explained his situation to the cabbie. He promised to send the driver money from home, he offered him his credit card numbers, his driver's license number, his address, etc., but to no avail.
The cabbie said, "If you don't have fifteen dollars, get the hell out of my cab." So the broker was forced to hitchhike to the airport and was barely in time to catch his flight.
One year later the broker, having worked long and hard to regain his financial success, returned to Vegas and this time he won big. Feeling pretty good about himself, he went out to the front of the casino to get a cab ride back to the airport. Well, whom should he see out there, at the end of a long line of cabs, but his old buddy who
had refused to give him a ride when he was down on his luck.
The broker thought for a moment about how he could get his revenge.
He got into the first cab in the line. "How much for a ride to the airport?" he asked. "Fifteen bucks," came the reply. "And how much for you to give me oral sex on the way?" "What? Get the hell out of my cab." The broker got into the back of each cab in the long line and asked the same questions, with the same results.
When he got to his old friend at the back of the line, he got in and asked, "How much for a ride to the airport?" The cabbie replied, "Fifteen bucks." The broker said OK, and off they went. Then, as they drove slowly past the long line of cabs, the broker gave a big smile and a thumbs up sign to each driver.
