Tales from the Transit Line
Deep Thoughts from the Morning Commute:
Taxi drivers are like hair dressers.
You hire them to do a very specific job, but then they start asking you how you want them to do that job, and you’re all: ‘I don’t know man, you’re the expert, figure it out.’
Postscript: My driver’s bad breath mixed with his – yes his – perfume – yes perfume – is making me car sick.
#grouchy
Tales from the Transit Line
Report from the Evening Commute:
The difference between a trim and a ‘fu*king chop’ is 2.5 inches, according to one commuter.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” Ben asked his hairdresser, who was travelling with him, his fist tangled in his locks.
“Well, you had such split ends . . . ,” his hairdresser responded. “What!? Why are you all puffy?”
In related news, “Botox makes you look like a freak on one of those YouTube videos.”
Tales from the Transit Line 