Creepy cabbies can be fun when you’re way past drunk.

My Lady and I piled into a car with My Best Good Buddy and his co-worker in D.C. The cabbie seemed very upbeat considering it was 4 in the morning. We started to chit-chat and accidentally opened the floodgates of insane conversation. My BGB asked the guy where he was from. He said “The village,” with a hearty laugh.

His laugh was infectious. We all started giggling a little.

BGB: “The village? Where’s that?”
Cabbie: “The village.. is… the villaaaage!”

We all started laughing.

Me: “What village?”
Cabbie: “The villaaaage!”

We all cheered along, repeating his chant.

All: “The villaaage!”

My Lady: “So are you having fun tonight?”
Cabbie: “Yeah!”
My Lady: “Cool. We’ve been out drinking.”
Cabbie: “Me too. I’m very drunk.”
My Lady: “You’re drunk?!?”
Cabbie: “Yeah! I was drinking in the villaaage!”
All: “The villaaage!”
Cabbie: “The villaaage!”
All: “The villaaage!”

This went on for at least five minutes. I have no idea what the guy was talking about. Maybe he was referring to an actual village where he grew up. Maybe he was from the East Village in Manhattan. Maybe he just really loved the movie, The Village.

Also - I don’t think he was really drunk. I think he was just fucking with us.

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