In Surprise Appearance, Biden Was Asked About a 'Peaceful' Election. This Was His...
Trump Heads Back to Butler With a Slate of Special Guests
This Is What Real Chaos Looks Like
The Number of Illegal Aliens Dumped Into Swing States Is Jaw-Dropping
Israel Continues to Humiliate Its Enemies
Israel Is Being Surgical in Picking Off Hezbollah's Leaders
This Senate Race Was Never Meant to Be Close. Now Dems Are Freaking...
Comer Issues Subpoena to See If White House Colluded With Gun Control Groups...
'Devastating' New Survey Shows New Yorkers Want Adams Out
YAF's Had Enough of UCLA's Discrimination of Pro-Israel Speakers as Pro-Hamas Agitators Al...
Whistleblowers Come Forward, Claim FEMA Misappropriated Funds in Wake of Helene
An Ohio City Was Overrun by Haitian Migrants. Here's What Lawmakers Are Doing...
Is Biden for Real About Lecturing Us on ‘Rabid Partisanship’?
Why Is Team Trump Running Against Kamala As If She's a Normal Democrat?
Here's a Reminder of What Mayorkas Had to Say About FEMA Three Months...
Tipsheet

People Are Weird

This morning I was scheduled for a 7:30am appearance on CSPAN's Washington Journal to do debate wrap-up. So, I hopped in a cab to get downtown around, I dunno, say 6:45am to be there at 7am. Ok, no big deal, right?
Advertisement


As soon as I climb into the cab, I notice the driver is exceptionally chipper and helpful, asking what is the best way to go, do I need a receipt, whatever. We get down the block and I settle in to do some final reading on my blackberry and he asks me if I like poetry.

"Uh, sure. I guess." He asks if I'd like to hear some.

"About what?" I say sort of incredulously. "Anything you want, sex, drugs, rock and roll, hope, change." Oh Lord, I'm saying to myself. Anything but hope and change. I have met a real life Vogon. I tell him I need to do my reading.

He lets me read until we get three blocks from the studio. "I really have this good one about hope and change." Why me. I want to tell him I am a rabid Republican, but he's driving. He has my life in his hands. I encounter similar things with hairdressers in this part of the country. I keep my mouth shut on these occasions. I do not like car wrecks or bad hair.
Advertisement


So he proceeds to adopt whatever, weird scholarly voice people use to recite poetry and opines about "hope and change" for the last leg of the drive. And something about seasons changing, too Strangely enough it did not mention  Obama outright, but I got the point.  And, he was totally making it up as he went along. Stream of conscience taxicab poetry.

I did not compliment him and kept pretending to read my blackberry. That only would encourage him. I wanted to stiff him on the tip just to reinforce the non-verbal message, but I figured that's too mean. I've worked too many waitress jobs myself to do that.

What a day to start the day.

Join the conversation as a VIP Member

Recommended

Trending on Townhall Videos

Advertisement
Advertisement
Advertisement