“Where you headed?”
“Mariah Carey concert.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me…”
“Nope. Third row seats actually.”
“I had so much hope for you. You in that leather jacket. (pause.) You can smoke if you want.”
“Nah, I don’t smoke but thank you.”
“Ok. Now you’ve got two serious strikes against you. First Mariah and now you don’t smoke. (pause. Lights up a mini cigar.) What do you do?”
“Tourism PR and marketing, graphic design … that kind of stuff.”
“Do you like this music?”
“Sade? Yes. I love Sade.”
“Good. Good. Ok. Now tell me something, have you ever showed up at your boyfriend’s with a 6 pack and a pizza?”
“Um. Well, I don’t currently have a boyfriend, but I used to. When I had one. But not for him. For me. Haha.”
“Haha. Ok, now we’re getting somewhere. I think you’re starting to redeem yourself. So why no boyfriend? You seem like you can hold a decent conversation, and it’s not like you’re ugly or anything…”
“Haha…uhhh. I don’t know. How do you answer that?”
“Well when’s the last time you went on a date?”
“Uh…April I guess. I went on a couple. For the first time in years. Didn’t turn out all too well.”
“Oh c’mon. When’s the last time a guy asked for your number?”
“Um. I don’t know. Not for a very long time. Last year? I don’t know.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me. So what’s wrong with you?”
“Haha…..uhh….I didn’t think anything. Do you think something is wrong with me?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, I think you can hold a pretty decent conversation, I like your jacket and other than the Mariah Carey thing you insist on having me drive you to, you seem pretty cool. So you tell me what’s wrong with you.”
“Haha. Well I haven’t exactly been concerned with trying too hard. I’ve been hanging out with my friends on weekends and don’t really think you can go out and just find someone. If it happens it happens and if it doesn’t, well then, you die alone.”
“You’re not going to die alone.”
“Haha. And how would you know?”
“You’re not going to die alone. I’m telling you, you got personality, there are probably tons of guys who are just afraid to talk to you.”
“I really doubt it. I don’t mean that in a bad way, I just don’t hang out at bars or the kinds of places where people do that kind of thing. I’d rather just hang out with my friends.”
“Guy friends?”
“You are oddly more concerned about this than I am. Uh, my friends are mostly girls, but yeah some guys.”
“Maybe one of them.”
“Maybe you’re wrong.”
“Maybe I’m right.”
“Maybe I know.”
“Oh maybe you’ve asked?”
“Maybe you ask too many questions.”
“Maybe you’re right. That’s what I do, I’m a cab driver.”
“You’re depressing. C’mon, I’m going to a Mariah Carey concert, buddy!”
“Darling, now that’s depressing.”
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I giggled for 10 minutes straight. Thanks, Jenny. I love your nutty cab driver.
As overly concerned as he was, he really was the BEST cab driver I’ve ever had. We went on to talk about other music we like (I felt the need to redeem myself) so I asked what was the best concert he ever went to. He answered “No question. 1981, Ozzy Ozbourne, Blizzard of Oz and Motorhead opened.”
He was a cool dude. He had me laughing the whole way there.
I think the strangest part of this whole story is that you had a cab driver with such a mastery of the English language
Young guy, glasses, dark hair, talked weird?
My guess he was probably late 30s, early 40s, American (Ezra!), no accent, no talking weird, actually seemed very intellectual, no glasses, Michael J Fox hair cut, was very tan and very into rock ‘n’ roll. And his customers finding love.
I love interesting cab drivers, it is even more fun when you are drunk. I heard Mariah waited a ridiculously long time to come out on the stage. Was it worth the wait or are the people I know just Mariah liars?
City cabbies are the best… you don’t get that level of conversation from a northern, small town cabby. Hell, more often than not, he’s just some shmoe that you went to high school with.
I have to say that I agree with your cabby’s Mariah point though.
;)
Mariah made us wait nearly a whole hour before she came out, but honestly it was worth every minute of the wait. I have never been so entertained at a show. And DAMN that girl can SING. I took like a million phone videos which I have been watching on and off all day.
I nearly died – DIED – when she did Vision of Love. It has been one of my all time favorite Mariah songs since I first got into her .. what? 13 years ago!
My cabby may have been on point for his own taste– but I wasn’t asking him to go to the concert, just to take me there! haha.
did she play vision of love? if so you should never wash those ears again
Read the comment above J-dog. I got some of it on video.
I had a cab driver recently with a very thick Russian accent, and I kept having to ask him to repeat himself. He asked me “Why you so pretty?” three times in a 10-15 minute ride. And the only response I could think of was, “Why? Um.. I don’t know, I guess cuz when my parents made me that’s how the genes turned out.” haha… The rest of my responses to questions like “You have boyfriend?” and “He know how pretty you are?” were one word answers.
nice. i missed that action. i own her self titled album, shits blazin
You are correct. Her shit IS blazin. I’ll show you some vids the next time you’re over.
i like the and it’s not like you’re ugly or anything…-part best, i think.
also, did mariah wear one of her way-too-short dresses that only she can wear [or NOT] ? not a big fan of her sighing while she sings but i’m glad you enjoyed the concert :)
At one point Mariah was wearing sparkly boy shorts and a matching sparkly bra. And thats it. Her body? She’s still got it.
I’m just going to ignore the whole part of going to a MC concert and say that I really only dig talking with cabbies while feeling really buzzed! lol
Also — just to clarify this conversation took place at 6:00 pm right after I left work when I was completely sober. In fact, I enjoyed the entire concert sober. I know you Mariah-haters — the HORROR of listening to her sober?! It was fantastic!
Oh I hear ya…
hope Mariah was fun – though I doubt it… Muahah. Hope you got those tickets for free… ;-) She bugs me for some reason though I do admit to liking her songs back in the days.
I’m suprised the taxi driver didn’t ask for yuor number!