“Where do you live,” the cabbie asked.
“New York.” “What do you do in New York?” “I’m a writer,” I answered.
“Oh man, that’s not easy. You should become a taxi driver in New York, you should have the cleanest cab in New York and always wear a suit and a tie, that’s what people like.” “I don’t have a driver license.” “You should get a driver license. You will make a fortune as a taxi driver in New York. You will be so cool. Was that your mother?” “Yes.” “What a lovely woman. No woman can beat the mother, there’s nothing like the mother.”