Three minutes into their trip to the grand reopening of an old neighborhood bar, friends Sandy J. and Thalia F. realized that the vehicle transporting them was also their driver’s home. “Oh my god I think he might be sleeping in here,” Thalia said, leaning over to whisper in her companion’s ear whilst pointing out to her a tube of toothpaste and toothbrush poking from a seat-back pocket of the 2007 Toyota Tercel. Sandy responded by wincing and scrunching up her nose at the suddenly weird but previously nonexistent smells her brain began to conjure into being. “There’s a lot of room in here, actually, for sleeping,” she said, glancing up at the vehicle’s generously high roof and giggling, which prompted her friend to giggle too, which then lead to both women giggling uproariously for a few minutes.
Sensing his customers’ mockery of him, their driver shuddered internally and choked back an upwelling of tears as he begged That Which Cannot Be Named to not let either of the women submit a bad report to his dispatching company and take away his ability to pick up and drop off people - the job being primary means of him supporting himself and his family back in Belarus and him living in it being his only option given skyrocketing area rents.
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