I got a Pepper Spray

Continued...

I'm going to have to take a taxi if I wanna make it in time for my meeting with him, all the way on the other side of the town, in Brooklyn.

After walking a few blocks I finally saw a few available rides and I quickly hailed one of the taxies from right outside a new café building that I really like. As soon as I got in I politely greeted the driver because I feel it rude to just bark an address right away after getting into someone's car. I realize that it is their job and we are paying them for the rides we take but it still can not be denied that they are helping us making our lives whole lot easier.

After the driver's initial surprise at hearing something other than an order, he also greeted me back politely and asked where I wanted to go. I told the driver the address for his house.

My phone rang in my pocket after a few minutes of being the taxi, I saw the caller id and it was my uncle. Picking up I enthusiastically said hello to him but instead of greeting me back, he just started profusely apologizing for how he won't be able to make it for our dinner out today.

Hearing that news from him immediately brought my good mood down a couple of notches. I was really excited for this dinner and was looking forward to be able to spend some quality time with my uncle, who is at most times too difficult to catch for more than a handful of minutes.

In fact I was actually surprised he agreed to go out for a proper dinner date, in the first place; since he was super busy with a new case since last month.

He worries me a lot at times for not taking his own health into consideration and mainly focuses on prioritizing his work above all. Just like my father.

The memory of my father made me smile to myself.

After showing my uncle some attitude as to how he always cancels on me and his job being more important than his only niece I finally let him off the hook and told him it was okay but he would have to make it up to me.

When I looked out the window after quickly canceling the reservation I made for my dinner at a fairly nice Italian restraint, thru a text; I saw my taxi entering in the dodgy parts of the town and my destination coming to my sight. By that time it was already dark and the street lights in this street were all but gone.

I guess I have to write a story about the biased conditions among the city managements too.

I had to pay a rather hefty amount to the taxi driver; -whose name was John by the way- the sacrifices you have to make for the good of humanity.

The taxi left but not before the driver giving me a warning, about the dangers of a young girl like me roaming around these parts of the town alone at night.

That was really kind of him and I made sure to thank him for the fair warning. But come on, I can take care of myself I didn't choose this profession to be scared of a few dark alleys, right?

Besides I got a pepper spray ready for unfavorable events. What possible could go wrong?

Holding onto the strap of my bag I took a deep breath and turned to look at the building I was to go in. The sight that greeted me required me to harden my resolve in order to enter it.