15 October 2009

…and Then I Hugged My Taxi Driver.

Why did my cab driver ask for a hug?

And why did I give him one?

The Facts:

The driver was an older African American man who spoke perfect English. He drove me from my office to the airport. We did not talk the entire 15 minute car ride. Literally. When I gave him a $20 and asked for $6 back, he asked for a hug. After saying “Are you serious?” with a bit of a smile and a whole lot of confusion, he wasn’t letting up, so I reached out, hoping he’d settle for a pat on the arm. But the man really wanted a hug. So I gave him one. Our embrace over the backseat lasted about three seconds. I don’t think he stole my wallet, slipped me drugs or copped a feel, but I walked into the airport feeling very perplexed.

4 comments:

Emily said...

This is a really good story. Did he smell your hair? Because your hair smells good (you know it does).

Silvey said...

I question whether or not you were dressed modestly...I hate to point out that we own many of the same things, and you think I am a woman of the night. Pish Posh

Sarah said...

I am perplexed too.

noelle regina said...

i once had a not so old african cab driver ask me 2 questions:
1. if i had ever been with an african
2. if he could come upstairs.

i reported him.