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New York, NY Before September 11th, cab driver
Carl Blotsky was a lonely man. A blue collar worker with little
education and modest looks, the 14 year veteran of New York's
infamous Yellow Cab Company would spend a substantial portion
of his free time pawing dancers in strip clubs and trolling
a downtown crack den for desperate women needing quick fixes.
Even his usually successful strategy of loitering at retirement
homes and befriending aged widows was beginning to fail.
When they saw me and they usually just laughed and hobbled
away with their walkers, Blotsky said. I tried
to tell them how great it is to be a New York cabbie, but
in the end they discarded me like a sack of soiled adult diapers.
Blotsky had no idea his life was going to change so dramatically.
After the terrorist attacks on September 11, New York became
deluged with visitors from all over the country, eager to
lend a helping hand to the massive cleanup effort at Ground
Zero.
According to Blotsky, all day long women would jump in his
cab, remove their bras and order him to drive to the nearest
firehouse or police station to size up New York's finest beefcake.
"I was jealous at first. It was like a giant orgy for
those guys. But there's just so much sex that a fireman can
take -- especially since he has to go home to his wife at
the end of the day. That's where we came in."
Blotsky and his friends quickly exploited the situation,
realizing that all those women just wanted to help out New
Yorkers no matter who they were. "And who's more New
York than a filthy middle-aged cabbie?"
But like all good things, this too came to an end when the
cleanup effort was finished four months ahead of schedule
and the tourists finally went home.
"I'm not saying us cabbies were happy we were attacked,"
Blotsky added. "But let's just say I'm not complaining
either."
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