It was the end of Saturday afternoon and the start of Saturday night. We were standing on the corner, near L'Express on 20th Street and Park when a taxi pulled up not twenty feet away. A guy in his thirties got out. Good looking and well dressed enough, but with that kind of full of himself look that makes you wonder what else he's harboring. He stood on the curb, immediately opened his mobile and started to text. Didn't close the door or reach back to help anyone else out. So it kind of caught everyone's attention in a partially curious way.
But what really caught our eyes was when the taxi door slammed shut and the yellow cab jumped into the traffic.
He was as surprised as the rest of us. He spun around with a look on this face. Just in time to see the taxi screech to a stop, partially blocking traffic. The window came down and a woman's face stretched out. She had that model/actress/whatever look to her. Lovely and bright and exotic.
She screamed, "I'm sorry, but it's just not going to work out."
No sooner than her head pop back in but the window went up and the taxi speed off into the approaching night.
He was left to look around and see that every face on the street was staring at him. Some in awe, some feeling his pain, some with compassion and others on the verge of laughing, but all in shock.
Just like him.
Was it karma catching up to him? Or just a really bad first date?
No comments:
Post a Comment