Bostonist ♥ Cab Drivers

Owing to our general stinginess, our frequent use of a bicycle, and the fact that having a small child means we don't often find ourselves out of the house after the T stops running, (this) Bostonist doesn't take taxis very much anymore. On Saturday night, however, we had occasion to do so and were reminded that we love cabbies because they say interesting things at unexpected moments, frequently with cool accents.

After a liter of bourbon, more beers than we care to can remember, and several parties for Mardi Gras and other purposes, we found ourselves in a cab at about 3:30 Sunday morning with two coworkers, one returning to her house in the Back Bay, the other returning to his car (which was parked near her house). The driver spoke only to ask us our destinations. After the coworkers were gone and Bostonist had given directions to our Somerville abode, the driver remained silent for a block or two. Then, almost as if musing to himself (but presumably for our benefit, since he was speaking English with a discernible Haitian accent), he said, "Lucky guy. He's got a pretty lady to go home with." It was not an especially amusing or unusual sentiment, to be sure, but it was said in such a melancholy way. It made the driver, cruising along snowy, empty streets in the middle of the night, far from his native land, seem like a hopelessly tragic and romantic figure. (Did we mention we'd had a liter of bourbon?)

Anyway, dear readers, it's Monday, we're still a little bit hung over, and we're feeling contemplative. So tell us about the wonderful, cryptic, or awful things cabbies have said to you.