So remember how I love taxi drivers? And also how I love
Arabs? (I know that’s a weird generalization to make, but it’s true). And how the best thing ever is an Arab Taxi
Driver? The love continues.
I met Mustapha at the
airport in Seattle and he drove me to all my destinations during my very brief
trip. He used to be a flight attendant on Jordanian Airlines and has been to
every country in the world except for three. We did a fair amount of talking
about religious tolerance and American foreign policy and there was a
smattering of “how do you say this in your Arabic, how do you say this in YOUR
Arabic”. You know, the usual.
Anyway, I have very little else to share other than I had
several delightful taxi rides and my company will never convince me to rent a
car when it could mean not having these interactions. Also I’m reasonably sure
after 5 years in New York I’ve basically forgotten how to drive.
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