He thought he was the man.


 

I had a pickup in Old Town Scottsdale. The wife was a beautiful young woman with a baby in her arm. The man was well dressed, pushing an Orbit baby stroller. I only knew this because I asked the wife. Upon further research, I found that the stroller costs over $1300. They began loading the stroller, which folded into a car seat. She offered to assist, but the man declined. I suspect he was inexperienced with this task. She made a noise with her tongue, prompting him to give her a look. She then proceeded to play with the child. The man had a 40oz container in the car seat. Despite appearing affluent, his behavior seemed inconsistent with his socioeconomic status. I noticed that the pickup location was Sugar Jam The Southern Kitchen. As we commenced our journey, his phone rang repeatedly. Based on the conversation, I deduced that he was a music producer. He mentioned being from New Orleans and invited me to look him up if I ever wanted to party. I thanked him for the invitation. Shortly after, his phone rang again. He confirmed a meeting, stating he would discuss details on his other phone line. Apparently, he forgot that the baby's mother was sitting next to him. She inquired, 'Who the f*** is calling you on your other line?' I continued to focus on driving, intrigued by the unfolding conversation. The atmosphere in the car became tense, except for the baby's cooing. He explained that the caller was Marcy, a newly added associate. She responded, 'Can't she contact you on your business line?' The conversation became awkward once more. I could sense him struggling to formulate a response. Fortunately, her phone rang, diverting attention away from the uncomfortable situation. I observed him appearing uncertain in the rearview mirror. She became engaged in a heated conversation with someone on her phone. The tension between them was palpable. As we arrived at the destination, he promptly exited the vehicle. It became clear that, despite his confident demeanor, he was intimidated by the young woman.

 

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