monty2diva
Easy
I have this kinda whacked personality disorder when it comes to taxi drivers. Perhaps I'm a spoiled middle-class-America-reared kid who gets miffed easily just because multiple empty cabs will pass me by on a given day or night. Or hell, maybe I become nearly apoplectic when it happens because I have had more responsive cabbies (of different ethnicities) tell me it happens largely because I am African-American. Add to all of this the fact there are obviously LEGITIMATE reasons a hack can't take a fare, and you have one confusing mess of soup.
Well when it happened earlier today, the driver explained that he was on his way to pick up another fare. Without missing a beat - or giving a damn whether he was telling the truth - I replied, "It's your (lost) money, man" and walked away. Doubt my blood pressure inched up a millimeter. Caught another cab that wasn't as pressed, made it to the pharmacy, caught another cab to my doctor's appointment, and took this relaxed, sunny, flowery (holy hell) shot before I went into the office.
There are truly days when the outside world cannot wreck your inner peace. I find those days to be pretty cool and - of course, pretty
Easy
as performed by the Commodores
Know it sounds funny
But I just can't stand the pain
Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know I've done all I can
You see I begged, stole
And I borrowed
Ooh, that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
Why in the world
Would anyboddy put chains on me?
I've paid my dues to make it
Everbody wants me to be
What they want me to be
I'm not happy when I try to fake it!
No!
Ooh,that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me, babe!
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
Because I'm easy
Easy like sunday morning
Because I'm easy
Easy like sunday morning
Easy
I have this kinda whacked personality disorder when it comes to taxi drivers. Perhaps I'm a spoiled middle-class-America-reared kid who gets miffed easily just because multiple empty cabs will pass me by on a given day or night. Or hell, maybe I become nearly apoplectic when it happens because I have had more responsive cabbies (of different ethnicities) tell me it happens largely because I am African-American. Add to all of this the fact there are obviously LEGITIMATE reasons a hack can't take a fare, and you have one confusing mess of soup.
Well when it happened earlier today, the driver explained that he was on his way to pick up another fare. Without missing a beat - or giving a damn whether he was telling the truth - I replied, "It's your (lost) money, man" and walked away. Doubt my blood pressure inched up a millimeter. Caught another cab that wasn't as pressed, made it to the pharmacy, caught another cab to my doctor's appointment, and took this relaxed, sunny, flowery (holy hell) shot before I went into the office.
There are truly days when the outside world cannot wreck your inner peace. I find those days to be pretty cool and - of course, pretty
Easy
as performed by the Commodores
Know it sounds funny
But I just can't stand the pain
Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know I've done all I can
You see I begged, stole
And I borrowed
Ooh, that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
Why in the world
Would anyboddy put chains on me?
I've paid my dues to make it
Everbody wants me to be
What they want me to be
I'm not happy when I try to fake it!
No!
Ooh,that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me, babe!
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
Because I'm easy
Easy like sunday morning
Because I'm easy
Easy like sunday morning