Typical gerryg123, I had forgot to bring money for my snorkeling trip with Roger – his first trip, I am sure he really appreciated that – so I made arrangements to meet him at the bottom of the hill to kick him down some cash.
Meantime, I filled the scooter with gas. I found it ironic that there were a bunch of youngsters on motorcycles right on the corner in front, yet none of them cared about the sign at the station seeking a pump attendant; they would rather hustle. Shayne the cabbie happened to be around, and he flagged me down. I made loose plans for him to take me to Roaring River tomorrow. He can’t keep up with the prices I can get these days, but I thought I would use him anyway just to be nice ‘cause we’ve known one another all these years, and he has only made 15 dollars off me so far.