The Not Cash Cab

Friday night, I was travelling from Clinton Hill to Prospect Park.  Also know as my sisters apartment to my place.  Brie, Mokey and I were looking to get home quickly so I flagged down a cab.  Now, whenever I flag down a cab in NYC I am always secretly hoping it'll be the cash cab.  Well this wasn't a van so I knew it wouldn't be the cash cab.  But I also didn't think it was going to be a ministry on wheels, driven by a slightly crazy man who called himself Pastor Phil, that was called Rolling for Jesus.  But wouldn't you know it, it was.

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Subway Rides...A Comedians Best Friend

Today, for the third time since I started to regularly use the MTA two years ago, I became enraptured with a conversation someone on the subway was having with NOT me.

In today's case, the conversation was between a man and his lady companion.  Now this man had one of two possible problems.  Either he was a lunatic OR, he had absolutely no concept of what a joke is.  In either case he was incredibly amused with what he was telling his lady companion.  The story, or at least the part of it I hear, went as follows:

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