SF Drabble #190 “Upper Manhattan Limo Service, Inc.”

The job was simple, driving VIPs around the city. The money was good, and I had a spotless driving record, so I applied. They called me back within the hour.

When those three aliens piled into the back, I was scared shitless. I called in, but the dispatcher said, “just relax. There’s never been a problem, and the UN’s good for any damages.”


You should have seen the back of that car after I dropped them off. I took pictures with my phone, but the dispatcher made me delete them. I’ve never seen that much slime in my life.

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