Church this morning. Early service. Then brunch with Phillip at this old diner off Harry Hines. Phillip was right about the restaurant's retro ambiance. Natalie was our waitress. She appeared to be in her early eighties with hair piled high, high, high, and shmears of lipstick around her pretty mouth. I had megas and and Phillip had the voluminous breakfast burrito. I caught Phillip up about the New York trip. I told him about our arrival at the La Guardia airport and how the pencil thin pimp-looking chauffer in a purple velvet high waisted jacket and afro hat offered us a limo ride to our hotel which we accepted until NYPD's finest stopped him and forced him to return our bags because he wasn't a licensed limo or driver. How the officer cautioned us to look for transportation with the proper identification and directed us to the yellow cab stand. As he said, unlicensed drivers don't have the proper insurance if anything happens in route. We thanked him and realized this guy could have kidnapped us and robbed and killed us. We knew we'd have to be more careful going forward.
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