Not everyone who sets foot in the cab is disturbed, distraught, or drunk. Nine out of ten are completely unremarkable, neither beautiful nor ugly, unreasonable or overly accommodating. They say where they want to go, are taken there, pay up, and are instantly forgotten. Most that make it into these stories have to leave an impression and, fairly or not, making an ass of oneself is more memorable than witty repartee. I occasionally hear grumbling about the negative tenor of my stories about cab driving. Perhaps it’s my nihilist eastern European temperament, or maybe my deadpan humor is lost on some. In any case, occasionally there are good rides and it’d be unfair not to mention them, as rare and precious as they may be.