THAT taxi ride

This story has been told repeatedly over the years, yet it never fails to make us both laugh and, more often than not, attempt a re-enactment. 

Once, when we were young, we lived in New York City (though I believe this was just before Suzanne moved there).  One day, we were in a taxi headed somewhere (bar, I am sure), and our driver was truly a New York special.  Driving was not his forte, that's for sure.  Suzanne and I were talking and laughing in the back seat....young and carefree and looking forward to a good time.  And alcohol.  Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes.

Now, to hear Suzanne tell this story, she saved my life right here. Tossing her own safety aside, her only concern was for mine.  She's my best friend, so it is rude of me to doubt her intent, right?  Right.  Ha!  It was a classic move - she threw her arm across me as the car screeched to a halt, to keep me from hitting my head or falling out of my seat.  Her aim was true. Arm across my chest, her hand ended up.....on my breast.  Holding my breast. Sheer shock, both from the stopped car and the (now named) grope,  gave way to fits of laughter.  We laughed until we cried.   

If I'm not mistaken, this was part of our Breast Groping Weekend Extravaganza. Suzanne was visiting and stayed with me. We shared my bed - staying up talking and laughing at night like a couple of teenagers.  She went to show me something one night, out went her arm, and her hand again found its way to my breast.  "On purpose!,"  I yelled, and we dissolved into hysterical laughter again.

We've gotten a lot of miles out of this incident - both of them, though the taxi is certainly better known. I am laughing now remembering it.  To this day, if someone puts their arm across me in a car, I immediately cover my chest and laugh at the same time.  Some things just stay with you.