So...
I went outside the other night for a smoke, just to clear my head. As i was out there, a taxi cab pulled up next to me and parked. After about a minute i look over into the driver's seat, and we make eye contact. He is also smoking. We nodded to acknowledge each other's presence and turned away respectively. I chuckle to myself because i figure the people that called the cab were too drunk to even remember it was waiting for them. And that's when it hit me.
As I was staring into the darkness ahead of me, I began thinking. We must all be waiting for something. Whether it's The Cabbie, waiting for the customers for that couple of bucks to fill the tank, or a simple college student, trying to make his own waves in his life. Maybe even the most tenacious, ambitious, most figured- out guy is still waiting; even though his motto is "if not you, then who?"
Staying with each deep inhale justified my theory, because the cabbie didn't give up on his callers. I think that the cabbie had it all figured out as well. He was just comfortable with not knowing. As I turned to go back inside after the filter burned my lips, I turn to the Cabbie...and just wave. He smiles, nods, waves...and Stays. Waiting for his backseat riders.
It's always nice when you least expect it, you figure out things about life's little mysteries or gain incite on something. Good writing, keep it going.