It never ceases to amaze me how alcohol can change a persons attitude and or their personality. More often than not its not a gradual change also. They can do an about face in the blink of an eye.
Which brings me to this story which happened Saturday night.

I picked up two guys on King Street, who seemed to be the best of friends. They got into my cab, both in a happy go lucky, best of buddies mood. They were both laughing and joking and in a very good moods. I barely got a word in edgewise to ask where they were going.
"Oromocto! my good man!"
So off we went towards the highway.
"Hey cabby!" one of them blurted out between laughter, "Do you realize that you are in the company of two of the best friends in the whole world?"
"No, I didn't realize that" I returned.
"Why would you two guys be considered the best friends in the whole world?"
"Because we have been through alot of shit together and we still came out the other side smiling and profiling"
"We've been through weddings, divorces, births, and deaths, bankruptcies, and windfalls, and we still manage to come out on top and still kept our friendship goin!" "through thick and thin!"

To me they sounded like the best of friends and they didn't seem to care what anyone thought of them. I thought to myself that it must be nice to be able to find a friend that you could depend on through thick and thin. They both must be truly lucky to be so fortunate.

By this time we were cruising along the highway, half way to Oromocto smooth sailing all the way until…

One of the best friends pipes up from the back seat and asks "Do you know why we are the best of friends?"
I expected to hear the speech about weddings, divorces, and so on again when he said "because we share everything"
"we share tools, we lend each other our cars if we need them, we lend movies to each other, we share everything!"
"Thats nice" I said
"He's even shared his wife with me!"
"Really!" I said (thinking to myself, now thats being a friend!)
"Really?" chimed in the second guy.
"What do you mean" "even shared my wife?"
"I don't remember sharing my wife with you!"
"Sure you do"
"two years ago when you sent her over to my house while my wife was visiting her mom in Alberta"
"she told me it was your idea"

What happened next was something that anyone could have guessed. The two of the best friends in the world broke out into a toe to toe knock down and drag them out confrontation in the back seat of my cab. There were fists flying, boots going, yelling and screaming, name calling and swearing that would make a sailor blush.

As I rounded a corner in Oromocto, I pulled the van over to let them out. The side door of the van flung open and two bodies flew out into the snow bank, Rolling around and still throwing punches.

Through all of this I remembered that I still hadn't been paid so I yelled from the drivers seat that "if I didn't get paid there would be police sent here, and everyone knows how much patience the military police have for army guys that stiff cab drivers."

Almost as if some one had hit a pause button on a remote control, they both stopped what they were doing and dug into their pockets, threw a bunch of cash into the side door of the cab and went back to fighting.

They were still throwing punches when I pulled away and headed back to town.

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