taxicab confessions
saturday night the boy and i used a mode of transport uncharacteristic of us: the yellow cab company. and let me tell you, it was probably the most delightful encounter i’ve ever had with a cab driver since living in this city.
he engaged us in conversation that was above average for the backseat of a cab. it was damn near inspirational. the suit-clad fellow was named richard, and he was well-versed in various movie genres and utilized the english language with finesse (i recall him using a word i had never heard before, but alas didn’t remember it long enough to look it up later).
moreover, he seemed genuinely pleased with his profession of 14 years, 6 months and 4 days, as a low-brow chauffeur, darting around the city late at night, carrying the city’s choice drunkards. i suppose driving a cab would proffer an uncensored view of humanity, highlighting an array of character studies.
his overall sunny disposition certainly incited me to want to just be and be content. to keep the swearing to a minimum at mindless pedestrians, to suppress the sighs of disgust when 5:30 comes and i’m still at work, to humour strangers with their deluge of questions when i’m out walking shaun the dog™. admittedly, these are no easy feats though seemingly so. but some vitamin supplements and a healthy helping of fruits and veggies may get me started on the right track.