We never found ourselves answering questions in the Cash Cab during my NYC weekend. I was ready to play! Should I have auditioned?
No cash, but I was a winner on my Presidents' Day final NY taxi ride. Almost as soon as I hugged Danger Baby goodbye and settled into the cab, I started to cry.
"Please take me to La Guardia, and I'll get it together in a minute," I told the driver.
"You miss him already," he answered, and handed me a stack of napkins to dab my eyes.
"I'm just so proud of him and so fond of his wife," I snurfled between blowing my nose and wiping my eyes.
"Isn't it wonderful when your children are both successful AND happy?," the cabbie asked.
"You must be a parent yourself."
"Yes, my son is finishing law school in Connecticut, and my daughter is finishing nurse's training."
What a gift better than cash to have this cab driver's wisdom on the way to Queens!
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder
3 comments:
What a wonderful story.
Speaking of cabs, you might like this poem. (If link doesn't work, you can click Leveler over at my blog.)
http://www.levelerpoetry.com/a-moving-vehicle/
I love the poem, Kathleen, and appreciate the explanation of metaphors. It's so helpful to have an English teacher on my personal staff!
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