TAXI DRIVER-"You talking to me?"

JAILHOUSE ROCK....About midnight, I was delivering a pizza to county jail...guards, not inmates. As I zigged through the parking lot, it seemed I was being chased by a small Hispanic man with a bundle of clothes under his arm. As he got closer, I could hear that he was yelling, "Tasi, Tasi"! Finally, I could see that I wasn't going to lose him so I stopped and got out. Again, he yelled "Tasi, Tasi". He then pointed to glowing cartopper on my vehicle, as he pulled on the door handle to get in. I said, "Pizza, not taxi...pizza." Slowy, a look of recognition came over his face, he turned and wandered away.
I was lectured on the importance of timely pizza deliveries by a man who apparently lived in a palmetto bush. I thanked him for his concern and walked past his mostly vacant lot to his neighbors, in a real house.
I do often times, write things with tongue firmly planted in cheek. That's just the way my mind works but, without saying it on each post, I do pray each night that God will use me for His glory, as I deliver pizzas.
The eight new roach motels that I have strategically placed around the car interior and trunk seem to be having the desired effect, to a point. I parked the "car" in the garage last night and apparently the roaches weren't content with just occupying the car. Sometime during the night, they mounted a bold offensive on the garage and once secured, marched straight into the house. We have lived in this house for 3 years and never seen an inside bug until now. More roach motels, please. NOTE TO SELF: Look to see if they make roach hotels or highrises