Wednesday, October 20, 2010

so i'm in this GIGANTIC traffic nightmare..

on the upper east side....
and there's this taxi in front of me....
and the 'turbaned' driver appears to be eating SOUR Kraut or something....
cuz it's ALL OVER THE PLACE.....ewwww
while clearly not giving a damn
 about the cars trying to get around him at all.....
and minutes are turning into hours...
and there's GRIDLOCK SO THICK,
that I'm starting to feel claustrophobic....
and then....
get this !!
the guy just STOPS HIS CAB in the middle of this insane traffic jam....
gets out ....
takes out a YOGA MAT....
and gets down on the ground,, in the street,
 on all fours !!!
and starts praying and chanting and lamenting and weeping and singing!!
LOUDLY !!
and we, the people in traffic behind him..
are flabbergasted by this most bizarre sight.....
and then...
the traffic in front of him starts moving....
and he just stays there in child's pose...
NONPLUSSED.....
and everybody's honking by now....and yelling at him.....
and he remains still.....
AND WE FIND,
at this peculiar juncture,
 THAT  HE, in fact,
 HAS PASSENGERS in the cab !!
and they appear to be a kind of 'white bread',
fair haired, family of four...
and they all have their ipods in hand and their ear pieces secured...
they seem, actually, to be lost in song....
WHY DO I SAY THAT?.,,you ask ?
BECAUSE THEY HAVEN'T NOTICED THAT THEIR DRIVER IS IN THE STREET ON ALL FOURS !!!

just thought I'd share.....

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