On friday as I was taking the bus home with my friend, we saw out the window, literally, at least
hundred taxi cars, empty and parked, double-parked triple parked (!) by the side of the road. We wondered, and then we saw the men. All of the taxi drivers (strange that you never see taxi women, just taxi men) were standing there, milling around, talking, waiting, their turbans wrapped high on their heads. My friend and I (we'll call her Teddy) were watching with growing curiosity. This had happened once before! Our first day of school, and it had been a half day, just like now, and we had passed by the exact same scene, except we hadn't been on a bus. Curious as to why the bus wasn't coming after twenty minutes of waiting, we had w
alked on to the next stop, but before reaching it, we had walked by the men and their trusty steeds. Now as we sat in comfort on our bus seats discussing the same scene, the man in front of us turned. He explained that there was a temple, or mosque, or whatever you call the praying thing their religion attended, right next to the bus stop, and all the taximen went there on fridays at around one o clock. That's why we didn't see it every friday, because presumably they were in temple, praying, by then.
Mystery solved.
So if you ever see a bunch of men in turbans waiting outside a building with triple parked taxis following them from blocks away, you know what it is. The Congregation of the Taxi Men. (I do not mean to offend any of you, taxi mean, if you read my blog.) But just imagine that scene!
Title Quote: XTC, Knights in Shining Karma