Friday morning, conversation with a taxi driver.
Cabbie: "I have special gift. Sometimes deceased family members visit me in my taxi, or in my bedroom. Well, I sleep on the couch because my wife holds a grudge against me."
"I see."
"I gave a customer the winning numbers for the lottery. Don't put too much on it, I said, otherwise you will be angry with me if I'd made a mistake."
"Why don't you give yourself the winning numbers?"
"I'm working on it."