I guess North End Taxi drivers don?t consider it breaking and entering so long as you?re doing a customer a favor.
This morning, a Sunday, at 5:00 I was awakened by a fierce thumping, a pounding that shook the entire building. My Colby Creek block has twenty units, and after an hour of pounding every inhabitant must have been wide awake.
I got dressed and investigated, assuming that emergency work was being done on a broken water main, or something equally critical.
It was, in fact, a North End Taxi driver destroying an apartment door with a sledge hammer, chisels, crow bar, and sundry other ""tools of the trade."" He had cut an opening in the metal door to get at the lock buried inside and was busy smashing the deadbolt. The occupant screamed over the pounding, ""I locked myself out! He's helping me get in!""
He was soon finished, and the occupant was most grateful for his chivalrous assistance to a fair damsel on a foggy Sunday morn.
As he left I asked him for his Operator number. The weasel (who actually resembled a weasel) replied, ""What's an Operator number?"" I guess he forgot that it is embossed on a little metal plate on the rear of the vehicle.
For those who think North End drivers honk their horns in the middle of the night out of sheer laziness, I assure you this is not the case. They do for the joy of pure malice, for these are physically fit, industrious, hard working criminals.
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