Heading up my List Of Things You Don't Want Hear From Your Taxi Driver:
- "I'm going to make sure you hear every song on this Abba CD before this trip is over."
- "Another successful right-hand lane change! We're on a lucky streak!"
- "Here, play this tamborine."
- "I'm not really crazy."
Nevertheless, I heard every one of the above on our taxi ride home from downtown Toronto last night, in what was arguably the most exciting taxi ride I have ever had (exciting in the "Please, God, don't let me die listening to Abba" sort of way).
Heading up my List of Things I Do Not Want my Taxi Driver to Do:
- Play the tamborine while driving.
- Store the tamborine under his feet (and brake pedal) while not playing the tamborine.
- Take his hands of the wheel on the highway to clap along with Abba.
- Focus all attention on the CD player while doing 120 kph around a curve, taking one hand off the wheel to pound on the dashboard in an attempt to make the CD stop skipping.
- Estimate the incline of an on-ramp to be 60 degrees, and, when doubt is expressed to that figure, to respond with, "Well excuse me, Sir Isaac Newton".
- Mistake left for right. Several times.
We went to see the Blue Man Group last night. And yet, I suspect that, when my in-laws get home to Norway, they will spend less time saying "We saw a neat show in Toronto" than "We had this one totally insane cab driver in Toronto".