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As you rest there, puffing and blowing, you spot a pay phone ... and get an idea. Waddling over to it, you reach in and snag the phone. You know better than to try and squeeze your vast bulk into such a small space (the words, 'elephant in a doghouse', come to mind), so you decide to punch the buttons from outside the booth. Ripping open your shorts pocket, you extract your wallet and use your calling card to call the local branch of Yellow Cab and ask them to send a van over, charging it to your credit card.
Before long, the van pulls up, and the driver steps out ... and you blink. This guy's almost as big as you are! His oversized sweatpants fall in folds around his ankles, the waistband forced almost to his knees by a vast, drooping gut that's long since waved goodbye to the confines of the extra-large t-shirt he wears. You imagine his neck must be as dewlapped as yours, though his shaggy beard hides his neck and his shirt collar completely. Well, you find yourself thinking, if I can't get cured, at least I can get a job.
Though he's immense, the cabdriver is still better able than you to lift Fred into the van (though he charges extra for 'pets', much to Fred's growling annoyance) as you struggle and lumber your way in through the large sliding door.
"Okay, Mac", the fat man rumbles as you wedge yourself into one of the captain's chairs (and hope you can get out without the "jaws of life") and Fred drags himself alongside you, "where to?"
"Animaland, thanks", you answer, and the cabbie starts up his engine and meter.
It's a pretty lengthy drive to Animaland, and you begin to tire of just sitting around staring, your wallet in your hand. You consider asking the driver about becoming a cabbie, since it obviously isn't a weight-sensitive profession ... but you hesitate. What if he's sensitive about his weight? After debating with yourself for several minutes, you ...
Written by Wanderer (edited by wanderer)