A trip by cab to pick up a resthome resident.

Last month, I had to hop in a cab and go pick up a resthome resident who’s a retired professor from a dentist’s appointment, after his ride back to the resthome fell through and he was stranded a ways away in a big suburban mall where his dentist's office is located.

Our cab driver was a(n older) (Nigerian) guy with sunglasses, and on our way out of the parking lot, someone behind him was blowing his horn, probably because our taxi driver did something wrong with the traffic rules.

“Go ahead, blow your horn,” he was like.

Then, after a pause, he was like, “Tire yourself out.”

But, he didn’t say that in a mean way, just as a way of interacting with the person in the car behind him, whoever they were, even though they couldn’t hear him.

Or, maybe it was his way of establishing his presence before us.

Anyhow, later, I was telling the resthome resident about a new news story about a professor in his field who had had a lot of sexual harassment cases that broke out into the news all of a sudden, and the resident was saying how awful it was.

“Well,” I was like, “He was harassing men *and* women, so at least he was treating people equally.”

At that, our (older) (Nigerian) cabdriver broke out in a low chuckle, as we were driving down the highway, since he must have been listening to us.