Great story. Yeah, to be drunk and tasting some despair puts death in the head.. he just needed someone else to hear that reality. We are all going to die someday. Each one of us. I do envy my dog that she doesn’t realize it’s going to happen to her (as far as I can tell) and has no thoughts about it.
When was this? It feels like the 90s, but I don't think your kids aren't that old. It's just I don't know the last time I saw a female taxi driver except once in the 80s or 90s.
I also can't remember when anybody, drunk or not, spoke to me on a subway... not counting the guy a few weeks ago who asked if I was Albanian... not sure what that was about. Or the guy in yellow grippy socks with an old transistor radio wanted to know if I had any batteries.
The drunk was in 2004, but that interaction started on a train in Grand Central headed for Connecticut. The female cab driver was last year, the morning of Thanksgiving, just before the parade.
Bonus: later that day, my son and I took the subway from the village to the park, and we sat next to Weird Al and his family. They were not weird at all--unless weird means kind and lovely.
Loved this story, Norm! We’re taking Isla there after Christmas as a surprise! I’m going to forward this great story to Lauren. Thank you so much!❤️
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Great story. Yeah, to be drunk and tasting some despair puts death in the head.. he just needed someone else to hear that reality. We are all going to die someday. Each one of us. I do envy my dog that she doesn’t realize it’s going to happen to her (as far as I can tell) and has no thoughts about it.
Dogs. We don’t deserve ‘em.
Love your cab and train stories. I wonder if the train dude ever met someone who had a gun and brandished it for him.
When was this? It feels like the 90s, but I don't think your kids aren't that old. It's just I don't know the last time I saw a female taxi driver except once in the 80s or 90s.
I also can't remember when anybody, drunk or not, spoke to me on a subway... not counting the guy a few weeks ago who asked if I was Albanian... not sure what that was about. Or the guy in yellow grippy socks with an old transistor radio wanted to know if I had any batteries.
The drunk was in 2004, but that interaction started on a train in Grand Central headed for Connecticut. The female cab driver was last year, the morning of Thanksgiving, just before the parade.
Bonus: later that day, my son and I took the subway from the village to the park, and we sat next to Weird Al and his family. They were not weird at all--unless weird means kind and lovely.
We all know funny people are always king and lovely - even Weird Al.
No arguments here.
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Well played.
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