Have dinner with the roommate

“Hey Alicia.” I greeted my roommate after closing the door.

Hey Tiff. Here try this, I think I got it right this time.” Before I could protest, she shoved a plate of some Alfredo pasta in front of me, shoving a fork full of past in my mouth. Alicia is a terrible cook and I keep telling her to leave the cooking to me.

I swallowed the bite and pushed the plate back away from me. “Okay, how many times have I asked you not to do that? That was terrible!”

I went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water.

“Thirty-eight, and you don’t have to be so mean about it!”

*swish**spit*

“Uh! There’s an aftertaste!” I opened up the fridge and took out a light beer.

“You’re just exaggerating, it’s fine. See?” She took a bite herself and swallowed it with a smile, then frowned. “Could you pass me a bottle?”

We were now both sitting at the kitchen table trying to the foul taste of her cooking out of our mouths.

“How about I order some Thai food and you clean up this...this?”

“Fine! But I think I’m getting better.”

“Stick to programming, Ali.”

About twenty minutes later after some light conversation, I opened the door for the delivery guy. I confirmed the order and gave him a tip. I think he gave me a compliment but I don’t speak Thai. Although he smiled when saying “Pën phûhying thī dī māk!”(1), whatever that means.

We had some Pad Thai, spring rolls and crispy egg rolls.

Then out of nowhere Alicia brought up my job lack of education. "So, how long are you planning on driving a taxi?"

"Huh? What brought this up?"

"Well, you did tell me you only planned to drive a cab until something better came along, right? And you are constantly complaining that people don't tip enough."

"That was just me complaining to complain. You know this. And besides, its fun driving a taxi, seeing interesting people. They're like mini soap operas in my back seat. Plus, do you know how much that taxi medallion cost and how hard it was to get? "

"Yeah, well? You are complaining about the lack of proper tips all the time. So I have an idea that could increase them. Why not drive naked?"

*SPPHT**cough cough* I just managed to hold in my beer, but a little spilled down my front.

"What?! No! I can't do that!"

"Sure you can. It's not that it's illegal or anything. Well, going topless at least isn't."

"It isn't about that. What would people think of a topless taxi driver? What would my parents think?!"

"Hey, its not like it hasn't been done before. Lyft drivers do it all the time from what I hear. And your parents are dead, so that's not even an excuse."

"Still, it's not proper. And I did get some really good tips today."

"And how many days does that happen? You need to think about the bigger picture. Use your looks while you still got them. Your only twenty-six. These puppies of yours are still high and vibrant. Use them!"

"Ali!" I exclaimed as she reached across the couch grabbed my boobs, giving them a good squeeze.

"What? You need to quit being so uptight." She let go and sat back and grabbed her own pair. "At least you have some impressive honkers instead of these flat little things."

"My boobs are not that impressive Ali. There's nothing special about them, just your average C cups. And B is still a good size, even if they are becoming less and less common."

"Maybe." *crunch* She bit into an egg roll. "U'm justh shaying,"*gulp*"you could even raise your rates and cater to the more masculine crowd. Ooh! You should mirror your ceiling so they can see a fuller view of your front."

"Now your just being ridiculous."

"Maybe. But you should still raise your rates and drive with your top off!"

It went like that for most of the evening, Alicia trying to convince me to work naked, and I presenting counter arguments. I finally told her I would think about it to shut her up, then turned on the television.

Alicia however wasn't done. She went on the local petgirl forums and posted Tiffany's information. She asked them to spread the info and not to tip her if they entered her cab unless she was naked or at least topless. The petgirl spotter app tagged Tiffany's user account and prevented info from reaching her.

The company Tiffany leased her taxi from made preperations in case her new future owner wanted her to still drive a cab. A federal law was made that said companies could own no more than three petgirls, but may leased by owners, so it wasn't even worth it to try and own her to a company that large.

(1)'Such a good girl you are!' according to google translate.