In a taxi back from the Lower East Side tonight, Hindi pop songs blaring from the radio, I looked up and caught the name of my cabbie:
SUPERSAD
HARRIRAM
HARRIRAM
(text approximates the NYC cabbie’s ID card)
And you thought that you had problems.
In a taxi back from the Lower East Side tonight, Hindi pop songs blaring from the radio, I looked up and caught the name of my cabbie:
(text approximates the NYC cabbie’s ID card)
And you thought that you had problems.
Super Sad Hairy Ram?
That sux.
Did you try to cheer him up?
Taxi back from the LES? What’d you do, take the Chinatown Bus to LA?
Where’s my postcard?
Your postcard is in the mail.
Almost as bad as Supersad Frankenstein
Maybe he just can’t spell and he meant to write “Super Dad”… you know, like those “World’s Greatest Father” coffee mugs?