The Hummer
No, not the car, the cab driver I had this afternoon. I grabbed a cab on my way back from Georgetown to the Hill. We were going along well, the driver listening to what seemed to be a really too easy/light pop rock station. Not my choice of music, but I could stand it for the 15 minutes or so it would take to get back to the office.Until . . . A Horse with no Name started playing. And the driver started humming, then singing, along. Not in one of those happy, sing along with me in unusal spots chick flick kinda way, but in a "I must sing this song with great emphasis because it means something very special to me" kind of way. A very very creepy way.
He had the windows closed for the AC, so there was no escape there. It was really a case of just keep quiet and don't make any sudden moves because this guy turned from average cab driver into potential psycho. The song ended about 3 blocks from my office, and he didn't say a word when the song ended. I tossed a $10 at him and fled the scene. That's probably how he makes extra money, nobody wants to wait around for change! lol
posted by DC Cab Rider @ 8:59 PM
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"Can you sing tenor?"
"Tenor?"
"Yeah. Ten or twelve miles from here."
arggggghhhhhhhh! the pain, the pain! thanks wil ;)
That sounds like Diamond 143.
Oh no, there's two of them? LOL - no it wasn't a diamond cab, I would have mentioned that just in case you knew him.
Thats creepy back when I was in driving school and doing the in cars I had an instructor who played drums on the dash board I was a little weirded out by that.
Some cabbie recited his own poetry to me on a VERY long cab ride.
Another made me buy his book while he was driving me to some casino in Vegas and he autographed it for me. Apparently he'd been a amateur boxer and wrote about it.
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