Thank you.
I love the way, whenever I get in your car, you continue our conversation right where we left off. I love how proud you are of your daughter, and how much you talk about her.
Thank you for always being quick to pick me up, thank you for being happy when I pay you in change, and thank you for not being cranky when I ask you for a receipt. Thanks for being nice. I hope my tips aren’t too small, I do what I can, but I’m a poor artist.
Say hi to Lindsey for me.
Thanks for the ride(s).
This article appears in Feb 12-18, 2009.
My cabbie and I always have the strangest discussions 🙂 about feeling things more vibrantly, and my mom, haha. It sounds weird – but its an interesting relationship you develop with your taxi-man – its quite nice.