Things I don't expect to hear anytime soon from a cab driver:"Those bike messengers are a pure delight!"
"You want to pay with a credit card? No problem, boss!"
"Why yes, I will hang up my cell phone so that I can concentrate on driving."
"Rice and Western? I know exactly where that is and will get you there posthaste!"
"You want a receipt? Here, take a whole pad of 'em!"
"You're right. Me blasting NPR doesn't make me appear any smarter. I'll turn it down."
"There are seven of you, and you're all obnoxiously drunk? Pile in, kids!"
"My name is Dean Hacohen."
"You don't have enough money? TUUUUUUUU!"
"You no make fun. My name really TRAN PHAT."
(pictured above, Nancy M watches as four gallons of sour cream are slathered onto her ginormous Morton's tater)
