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|TERMINAL (standard:drama, 1340 words)|
|Author: BENTLINK||Added: Jul 04 2010||Views/Reads: 1584/898||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|There are lots of ways to grab a buck but some turn out to be a little odd.|
TERMINAL I was hanging out around the bus station you know to score a handout or maybe cop a suitcase or even a handbag of some dumb ass not street wise enough to keep one hand on their stuff while they were buying their ticket. Hell one time I took a guy's bag while he had his back turned checking the outbound board. A local undercover cop came in the front door and so I faded out the side exit and made like I was going outside to take a smoke. I had just gotten to the curb when this beat-up looking van pulled up alongside the loading zone sign. At first I thought it might be somebody stupid trying to score some dope. I have never been so pressed for cash I would sling dope and besides only a complete idiot would try to peddle at the bus station with all the cops and closed circuit surveillance TV. “How about helping an old man out” he says. I thought that maybe he wanted help carrying something heavy or some such but as it turned out it was my chance to make some real money for a change. “I been sick and need somebody to do me a big favor. I am willing to pay the right person and you look like you could use some extra cash. Hop in and I will explain I can't park here in this loading zone.” At the mention of cash, I knew I had a sucker on the hook so I climbed in and we drove down the street to the first open parking space. What a weird dude so fat you could hardly even see his eyes and he smelled really bad too. From the looks of him, I was pretty sure he was too weak and sick to want to have some kind of kinky sex but I held both hands over my crouch until after we parked and he started talking. “OK here is the deal I want to surprise one of the bus cleaners in the Las Vegas terminal but I am too weak and sick to make the trip so I want you do it for me. Just ride the bus to Vegas for me no questions ask and I will give you five hundred bucks When the bus stops just take off and don't come back. Take this suitcase and be sure it gets on the Las Vegas Express bus with you. You have this chance to do something worthwhile and make someone very happy so please do as I ask and the money will be waiting for you at the telegraph office in Las Vegas, I promise.” It was a wonder the old boys wheel chair could even hold him, part of him spilled off the back edge of the thing and he stuck out both sides where the seat and armrests joined. Did I mention the smell? “If I could get out of this damn chair I would love to do this little job myself but as you see this chair and me are not going to be apart anytime soon. Just put this little bag under the seat about in the middle of the bus, soon as you get to the Vegas terminal just leave it there get off, go on your way.” I thought the whole deal threw for maybe twenty seconds. Hell what could go wrong? I could sleep for the whole ride pick up some real money for a change maybe even win a little something shooting craps or playing blackjack get some free drinks and live like a real high roller for a few days so I said “OK”. He drove around the block pulled up to the terminal handed me a one way bus ticket, a little suitcase and I was out the door of his crummy van in a flash. I walked into the bus station's front door. As soon as I was sure, he could ho longer see me I went straight out the back of the terminal and into the alley across the street. I was dying to know what was in the little suitcase. I found a short piece of angle iron in the alley and started to work on the case's cheap lock and latches, soon I was looking at a couple of pair of dirty under shorts and a black lace ladies bra wrapped around a big chunk of milk chocolate or maybe it was brown shoe polish with some wires coming out of it's sides. Man, what a let down, since the ticket was a discounted one that was not refundable the only thing worth a damn was the little suitcase and I had screwed up the lock on that. If I was going to get anything out of this deal it would be after I rode the stupid bus six or seven hours and then only if the fat guy kept his promise. Maybe I could get the Click here to read the rest of this story (45 more lines)
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