Taxi Fare ( )

You're listening to www. Now it's Armist Brooks, sorry, Eve Arden. Well, school was out last week, but Armist Brooks, who teaches English at Madison High, still hasn't decided where she's going on her vacation. However, since Mr. Boynton went right ahead with his plans for the summer, without even consulting her, she was determined to go out with other men while he was away.

So even before he left, she decided to put herself back in circulation. It was the only thing to do, but by the time I put myself back in circulation, most of the eligible men were oversubscribed.

Nevertheless, I did meet one rather pleasant fellow who dated me a few times, a used car dealer named Sam Peterson, or as he was known to the trade, psychonurotic Sam. Although we weren't exactly soul-mates, Sam and I did get along quite well.

So well, in fact, that he let me have one of his cars for an errand I had to run for my land I did last Friday morning. Unfortunately, it wasn't one of his better models, because it broke down ten miles outside of town, and I had to get a taxi to drive me home.

The ride back was quite uneventful until we pulled up at my house when I received a nasty shock. That'll be $4.50, lady. What? How much is it without the radio and the heater? That's the fair, $4.50.

But that seems rather exorbitant. After all, you hardly drove me 10 miles. $4.50. Is that all you can say? $4.50? No, it'll be an even $5 with the tip. But I have it, please. Well, the truth of the matter is, I don't have the entire amount on me.