Sunday, January 04, 2009
Unless the taxicab driver is some scary looking dude who emits grunts (and some are and do), cab rides can be an interesting and delightful experience.
My latest cab adventure:
After the initial hi, how are ya, where ya going, cold weather, huh? blah, blah, blah, the conversation went like this:
Cabbie: (with heavy accent) “You smell really nice. Is it your perfume?”
Me: (with a smile) “Why, yes, I think so. Thank you.”
Cabbie: “It smells flowery, refreshing… I like it.”
Me: “Nice of you to say so.”
Cabbie: “Some women wear really heavy perfume – makes me feel sick.”
Me: “Well, I’m glad mine doesn’t.”
Cabbie: “Is it for men, too?”
Me: (momentarily nonplussed) “Uh, I don’t think so. It’s only available in the women’s section of department stores.”
Cabbie: (undeterred) “But men could wear it?”
Me: “Well, sure they could.” (If they want to smell like a woman.)
Cabbie: “Could you write down the name of it for me?” (Hands me a business card and a pen.)
I scrawl the name as best I can while in a moving vehicle, hand it back and we go on to discuss other matters (the state of the world, etc.).
Surreal perfume discussion is over.
So, if anyone in Toronto ends up in a cab with a driver who smells “flowery and refreshing,” you have me to thank.
Perhaps I should have tipped him with my purse size bottle of perfume?