Tiny New York Story:Einstein in the cab
A cab driver who is the spitting image of
Albert Einstein, wild hair and all. He doesn't say a word when I get in,
just speeds me along to my destination all to the soundtrack of some
neo-new-wave-hypno-tune playing in a
loop on his radio. At one point, he picked his nose in contemplation,
which only lent a sort of authenticity to him. The spell was broken when
he drove past my stop, and said "Awww shit! I got so caught up in the
music I missed your stop!" in the deepest New York accent you ever want
to hear.
(Just got the back of his head and a glimpse of him in the rearview mirror because unlike my more brave friends, I didn't want to ask him to pose for me. I figured he probably gets the Al Einstein conversation all of the time.)
(Just got the back of his head and a glimpse of him in the rearview mirror because unlike my more brave friends, I didn't want to ask him to pose for me. I figured he probably gets the Al Einstein conversation all of the time.)
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