Saved by the bell

The other night I was the first cab on stand across the street from a strip of bars. A man came out of one of the bars helping a woman, and the woman was fallen-down drunk. Another driver and I were standing and waiting. He said to me: "Bad luck. She looks like a handful, or a puker." She was half way to the car when I heard my number on the radio. When we get called on the radio we call it a bell. Everyone started laughing. I was called away to a residential address just as they got to the car. "I'm sorry," I said, "you'll have to take the next car in line."