Flew back from CA last night/this morning….  on the first leg sat next to a guy who collects classic cars, usually American muscle cars. His wife drives a Chevy Nomad and it apparently has an ashtray that is hooked up to the carburetor so it vacuums the smoke out into the exhaust. Totally one of a kind option on a pretty rare vintage concept wagon basically. He also went out and found the exact same car he used to drive when he was young and first fell in love with muscle cars, and courted his wife in too he said… A 1965 GTO, exact same color and interior. He said, “I have a gin and tonic and sit in that car and I feel like I’m 18 again” Cool guy, I love hearing about anyone’s passions like that. And I know virtually nothing about cars.

After actually getting an exit row and actually getting some sleep, minus a stomach ache that managed to wake me up, I returned to Boston at 5:15 AM. Now my rule on taking cabs to or from Logan instead of the T, on a business trip, is twofold. If the flight is too early in the morning to catch/depend on the T, then I take a cab to the airport. When I get back, obviously if it’s too late for the T I take it, or, as in this case there was a decent chance the T would be running, but since I took a red eye so I’d be able to work today, instead of flying during day and losing it basically, I rationalize that I can take a cab to get home as quick as possible, take a 2 hour nap so I’m refreshed, then wake up and hit the grindstone. So I took a cab this morning. Ended up with a wonderful driver, who starting cracking jokes from second one, and insisted I sit in the front with him. His name is Parmod and he used to be a mechanical engineer until “Bush’s economic policies” forced his company to move elsewhere. He is of Indian descent and his son is a professional cricket player in London. Just a wonderful fellow. Had a whole set of lines to run off, like how everything bad in the world starts with a “W” and everything that’s good starts with an upside down “W” (yes, that “M”) Also apparently has a legion of clients who only use his and his brothers cars, and reward him handsomely for the personable cab experience, as did I, (30%+). It was a great half asleep lucky joy to behold.

Then I got home and it was trash day this morning, so I cleaned out the fridge some and took out the trash bag into the back alley. Also taking out her trash and her dog was a pretty cute young woman I’d never seen before, and so being a good (tired) neighbor and someone who says “Good Morning” to cute young women when I get the chance, I of course said “Fuck Off”.  No no, I really quite pleasantly said good morning, but there was an F bomb on deck. She genuinely smiled in acknowledgement and then preceded to complain about the “fucking shopping cart person” with some gusto. I must have looked a little shocked, raised my eyebrows with acknowledgement and turned around wondering what kind of life she enjoys if that’s how she is with a stranger neighbor at 6 AM. Unless I’m really hung over, or have a really good joke using such foul language cued up, I try not to use obscenity that forcefully at 6 AM if I can help it, and I think cute young women should try so as well.