And now for something completely different---another Patriot
When I got down to catch the cab for the airport, it was already
waiting. "You are 25 minutes late," the cab driver complained,
jumping out of the car, "I'm off hours already, and I want
to go home."
My newly bought roll-a-board got its first flying lesson, straight
into the trunk of the cab. "Come on, " the cab driver
urged me, "we gotta go."
"Cool," I thought, "I'll be at the airport in
Once inside the cab, the driver speed up quickly. With tires
and breaks screeching, the cab driver's mood improved considerably.
"You know I want to be home fast," he said. "Today
is Friday 13th, and it is full moon. That's when people snap and
there'll be werewolves."
"Uhh," I thought, "what an interesting person."
And answered: "But Friday 13th is a lucky number for some."
"True," he repeated, "but it's full moon, and
I just don't wanna be out there. People snap. You shouldn't be
out there too."
"Well," I offered, "I'm going to Minneapolis,
maybe it's not a problem there."
"Yeah," he added after thoughtful consideration,
"they probably don't have full moon there."
Stunned by his ingenuity, I kept listening. He went on and
on, while I watched the rather interesting path he took me to
the airport. Suffice it to say that I had never seen these parts
of Boston before.
Close to the airport, he started talking about music. "You
know, the best Rock and Roll band on earth is German." He
insisted: "You do know their name, don't you?" I had
a hunch and answered, "the Scorpions?" which satisfied
him: "They are really great," he added.
At this time, the music on the radio switched to a Britney
Spears song ("I'm not innocent anymore," I think). "Oh,
I love her too," he exclaimed, "I hated that song, but
when I saw the video... oh man, is that a great song! I'm her
Shortly after this remarkable confession, we reached the terminal
and I got off the car.
In all earnest, I enjoyed this ride. I'll stay true to Patriot
Taxi forever, at least as long as they provide such inspiring