Stopped in a cab at a light on King street yesterday evening. A man hobbles up to the drivers window and with outstretched palm mumbles something neither I nor the driver could understand. The driver, from under his elaborate turban, asks for clarification, although we both know in general what he was asking. "Ten cents'n 'll bring you good luck" the man repeats, not very convincingly. Somewhere between weariness and exasperation the driver leans over and fishes a coin out of his ashtray, and without missing a beat says "Why don't you bring your own self luck? Here's a quarter." To which the man admits "I don't believe in luck."
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- jim 4-16-2001 2:43 pm