I was sitting in the Pheasant last night with some of the Girls from Hayworth Hall and this guy came up to our table.
“Hello,” he said, “you all look like nice college type men and women.”
“Yea, we go to City,” we all replied nodding our heads.
“Excuse me I am a little pissed, (NB: British for drunk \beggs) but I have a question for you.”
“Ok, I said.”
“If you can answer this question you’ll be up there with some of the most intelligent people. So the question is what do I do? I have the most unique job in the world, there is no job as unique as mine, they make documentaries about it.”
“I one asked a lawyer in New York this question and he is the only one to answer it correctly. I work in central London, and have the most unique job in the world.”
“You own a pub, this pub?” I asked.
“No, you can own a pub anywhere, what I do is unique to London.”
He then proceeded to repeat the story about the lawyer and his job being unique. And somewhere along the line I realized I have heard a similar discourse before.
“Your a taxi driver in central London.” I said.
“That’s right! I knew you where an intelligent bloke.”
A few more quick words on Jazz and he shuffled off around the bar. Then P——- turned to me and asked me how I knew the answer…
“He sounded like a New York Taxi driver I once had the pleasure of riding with.”