The other night I was in a cab with a chatty Russian driver from Brooklyn, a fat guy with a baby face.
He didn’t shut up the entire time which was okay with me. When he got to my apartment building he turned to me and said, “My father had four rules to life. One, whatever you do, try your best everyday. Some days won’t work out–hell, some days I can hardly leave my house–but try your best. Number two, don’t pay attention to what other people say because who cares? So, there you have it.”
“What about the other two?” I said.
“Ah, I forget. I have it written down somewhere.” He shrugged. “What counts is this: Do your best everyday, disregard what they say.””
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Never good with chatty cab drivers. its always awkward conversation about the weather.
My favorite was this one Moroccan dude telling me where I can score some good hash in the city, but the places he was describing sounded dangerous. So I just told him to continue to my destination, which I'm sure was not a church I was going to.
I love a good chatty cab driver, but I never seem to get them very often.
Had a young guy take me to Laguardia about a month ago, and he asked me if I went to the World's Fair. I was a bit confused, but asked "You mean the one in Queens back in 1964?" Yeah, that was the one he meant. I replied that my parents might have, but I hadn't been born yet. Not for another few years. Damn, my premature gray hair!!!
It still made me smile, though.
3) Classic. I don't mind if they are chatty. Gives me an excuse to pepper them with questions.
Classic. Thanks Dad!
I still want to know what the other two are.
Anyone see Verducci's latest on SI.com?
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