If you live in a city long enough, and take enough cabs, you’re bound to have some memorable rides. While, thankfully, I’ve never had any horror stories, I have had the drivers who refused to take me home (when home was Arlington), and the drivers who argued with me about the fastest route to a given place.
I’ve also had some more interesting rides. On one trip, I was offered dating and relationship advice from my cabbie. He told me about his wife and child and how lucky he was to have both of them. And then he proceeded to tell me not to settle, and to wait for someone who I’d fall head over heels for.
But the best part? When he dropped me off in front of my apartment, he actually GOT OUT of the car and stood with me, finishing the conversation. And told me to call him with an update once I got my relationships figured out! (I still have him in my phone as “Phil Taxi DC,” but, no, I never called.)
As much as I loved that dating advice from Phil, I had a driver the other night who just edged him out of the number one spot on my “best cab rides” list. On Halloween, my cab driver initiated a sing-along. That’s right. My friend, Bad News Bear, and I had been talking about photography (I don’t remember why exactly…), and the conversation segued into other creative outlets. “You know what I really like to do?” our cabbie asked us. “I love to sing!”
“What do you like to sing?” BNB asked him. He thought for a minute, then burst into “American Pie.” It was fantastic. And because I can’t listen to someone singing without wanting to sing along a bit, I quietly joined in from the backseat for a chorus line or two. But he kept going. He went through at least three verses, and when he got to the last chorus, he motioned to BNB and me, “Come on! Sing!”
So we joined in.
Bye bye Miss American Pie,
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “This’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.”
Best cab ride ever – in the history of the world.