whenever i hop into a cab, it's usually the same scenario.

as soon as i get in, i tell the driver my destination, and i always make a point to say "as fast as possible please". i usually say this with a stern, but polite voice, and then look off to the side and check my watch with urgency. even if i'm not in a hurry, i'll pretend like i am... then i always try to make it look like i know exactly where i'm headed, when in reality - i haven't the slightest clue as to what the best route is... whatever city that i happen to be in at the moment, i pretend to the best of my ability to be a native. even when i don't speak the language...

after all of this, the cab driver usually gives me a nod and proceeds to drive. in most cases, the driver will drive far out of the way, in the totally opposite direction. but the fact that the driver is going over the speed limit, running red lights, screeching his tires, and honking his or her horn at other cars, makes me feel privileged. privileged to be alive - knowing that even if i'm not actually getting to my destination as fast as possible, it sure as hell looks like i am. rock n' roll, and have a good ride!
|frank b.|

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4:36 PM
 Fur said:

wow. sinatra. you just summerized my life bro!

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