I'm walking to the corner to hail Cabbie #3 for the day (long day), but before I get there, one pulls up, looks over and motions if I need a ride. Why yes, yellow cab gods, thankee.
"Have you ever hailed a cab before?"
[He stares at me in rearview mirror; I stare back, probably squinting in Whatness?] "Um, yeeeeees."
"Because you didn't have your hand up. You need to wave your hand to get a cab or I don't know you need one."
And yet, there I sat, in his cab.
"You were not born in this country, were you?"
"Yes. Right smack in it."
"From Japan, no?"
"No."
"What are you?" (Welcome to 74% of the conversations I have with strangers.)
"Actually, I'm Scandinavian."
"But you look more Japanese. That's very interesting. But I can see your eyes are green, and very large."
"Recessives are a bitch."
"Have you ever hailed a cab before?"
[He stares at me in rearview mirror; I stare back, probably squinting in Whatness?] "Um, yeeeeees."
"Because you didn't have your hand up. You need to wave your hand to get a cab or I don't know you need one."
And yet, there I sat, in his cab.
"You were not born in this country, were you?"
"Yes. Right smack in it."
"From Japan, no?"
"No."
"What are you?" (Welcome to 74% of the conversations I have with strangers.)
"Actually, I'm Scandinavian."
"But you look more Japanese. That's very interesting. But I can see your eyes are green, and very large."
"Recessives are a bitch."
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