Natasha engaged me to chauffeur her to a going away party for our mutual friend. I stayed long enough to snap this photo, and to be advised that I ought to write a play about the life of Jacques Brel in which I play the lead. It sounded plausible...
Later, K. called: he'd been dueling with wooden swords and had proven his mettle to merit being given a razor sharp Wakizashi. I hastened to pick him up; I did not think it wise that he walk through the downtown neighborhoods with such a weapon.
Later still, a German complemented my driving:
"So precise. We have people like you where I'm from."
I discovered tonight that I share a birthday with author Neil Gaiman. Thank you, Sandman liner notes.
-- Post From Taxi
2 comments:
Was I the German that told you that???
It's true, I felt safe being in your taxi cab. Thank you for escorting me to the party :)
You are cooler for the shared birthday.
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