So I'm in this cab. On the front dashboard, the taxi license says the driver was Sikh.
A few moments after I told him my destination, he started to speak some Middle Eastern language. I figured there must have been a little English strewn in there somewhere but had missed it. No matter. Cleverly, I pretended I hadn't heard him.
After a few seconds, he started talking again. Damn, I thought. Not that I had anything against him, I just hate being in a conversation where I can discern only one in 10 words and have to nod as if I know exactly what he's talking about.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
He didn't respond.
Then he started up again. I still had no idea what he was talking about.
"Excuse me?" I said at a level he might actually hear.
This time, he turned and looked in the direction of my utterance. And that's when I saw his phone. He was talking on the phone. He had Bluetooth technology. He wasn't talking to me.
Oh.
Reflecting on this moment, I thought it was kinda like the one-way conversation that some advertisers have with young people who've grown up with computers.
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