texts: God. I know where they should have a commune for you. They should have a commune for you at Bellevue. </s> <s> I'm sorry, Iris. I didn't mean that. </s> <s> You're not much with girls, are you?
labels: Well, Iris, I look at it this way. A lot of girls come into my cab, some of them very beautiful. And I figure all day long men have been after them: trying to touch them, talk to them, ask them out. And they hate it. So I figure the best I can do for them is not bother them at all. So I don't say a thing. I pretend I'm not even there. I figure they'll understand that and appreciate me for it.