Last Call
by Andrew Velzian
Genre: Humour
Swearwords: A couple of strong ones.
Description: Another wrong number by God.
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Hello? Hi there, can ah get a taxi please?
Eh I’m no a taxi driver. Three o' clock in the morning, fuck’s this?!
God.
God? Takin the piss ya wee clown?
No man it’s God. Are ye gonnae send a taxi or no?
Course I’m not sending a taxi, AH’M NO A FUCKING TAXI DRIVER!
Nae need tae shout like BEIN FAITHER'S DAY AND AW THAT!!! Anyway… been out with the son fir a peeve like, first time in years though funnily enough. Ah’d been thinking why no? Just be stuck in the hoose getting moaned at aw day otherwise…
Christ…
No that’s ma son, ye ken him like? Condescending wee shite once he starts on the wine mind, goes on and on and on, hermless enough though. So, aboot this taxi…
Swearwords: A couple of strong ones.
Description: Another wrong number by God.
_____________________________________________________________________
Hello? Hi there, can ah get a taxi please?
Eh I’m no a taxi driver. Three o' clock in the morning, fuck’s this?!
God.
God? Takin the piss ya wee clown?
No man it’s God. Are ye gonnae send a taxi or no?
Course I’m not sending a taxi, AH’M NO A FUCKING TAXI DRIVER!
Nae need tae shout like BEIN FAITHER'S DAY AND AW THAT!!! Anyway… been out with the son fir a peeve like, first time in years though funnily enough. Ah’d been thinking why no? Just be stuck in the hoose getting moaned at aw day otherwise…
Christ…
No that’s ma son, ye ken him like? Condescending wee shite once he starts on the wine mind, goes on and on and on, hermless enough though. So, aboot this taxi…
About the Author
Born in Dunfermline, raised on the Orkney Isles and now residing in Cheshire, Andrew Velzian says he scribbles a few stories in between working and sleeping.