In all the decades I have been sharing my tales with the good people of the internet, I do not think I have once touched on the subject of cab drivers. I don’t know why, given that I have been known to avail myself of their services on a regular basis — when I’m not busy using my own four legs to walk to and fro, hither and yon … or submerging myself in the bilious viscera of the subway … or perching myself on the magnificent M5 (that’s a bus — my favorite one — for those of you not in the know) … or, of course, raising my right eyebrow and thinking hard about where I want to go, which is the quickest and most reliable way to transport myself.
So this week I plan to dedicate to the telling of taxi tales, which, of course, should not be confused with Taxi’s tail, which, if I may be so honest (and oh, I may) (may I?) (Mother, may I?), is actually more fascinating to me, but, I suspect, may not interest you in the least. (Taxi, for those of you not in the know, is my dog.) (Please. For those of you not in the know, I beg of you, GET in the know. Thank you.)
But for now I will just direct you to look at the drawing of me at the top of this page and note that I have changed back into the classic black turtleneck. Which means the weather is now in full fall fabulousness. And means I am now back in the black and back in the swing.
Stay tuned.