Jaded

A fella around thirty years of age climbed in the cab and duly announced, ‘Mate, I’m as pissed as a fart’. ‘Yeah, but where you wanna go ?’, I asked. ‘Home, dammit, home !’. God, a live one I thought and it’s only Wednesday.

However rather than ignore him, I decided he needed to stay awake and so engaged him in meaningless drivel. After raving on about his job he suddenly blared, ‘You know what ? I’ve got a great job, clients kiss my ass, all that. But I’ve got serious girlfriend trouble’. ‘Umm, what’s her problem ?’. ‘Me !’, he yelled. ‘I can’t decide whether to live with her’. The bloke had some issues.

‘What does your mother say ?’, I asked, cruelly. ‘I love my mother, she’s the greatest!’. ‘Yeah, but does she like your girlfriend ?’. Silence. ‘Well...it’s not really that, you know. I’m terrified of getting to forty and realising I’ve made a big mistake. My life would be over !’. Fortunately the trip was nearly over.

We pulled up at his parents house, yes, he still lived at home and he asked, ‘Driver what would you do in my position ?’. ‘Mate, don’t ask me', I told him. 'At your age I was already divorced. Need a receipt ?’. Some nights I’m just too jaded to care.