The Barber and the Neurosurgeon.

Posted by Dyl On 12:04:00 AM 1 responses


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.
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