Continue from the previous post.
CHICAGO- (Inside the taxi ) DAY
CAB DRIVER ( CONT' D)
(to the rearview mirror)
Well I know a little about Nigeria. If I was to guess I would guess Nigeria.
It's been a while since I have been there, but where in Nigeria are you from?
Ibo, Lissa... am I close?
THE DRIVER TALKS TO THE REARVIEW AND CLEARS HIS THROAT.
CAB DRIVER (CONT' D)
I'm going to go with Ibo. Your from Ibo aren't you?
I know, I have a good sense of people.
A sixth sense if you will. There was this one fair I had.
I remember it well. It was raining very badly and this
woman gets into my cab, Asain I believe.
Anyway she gets into my cab and she---
JANE
(softly)
----No I'm not from Ibo.
CAB DRIVER
Pardon?
JANE
I am not from Ibo.
CAB DRIVER
Oh.....so where are you fron then?
JANE
I think you passed up my place.
CAB DRIVER
Relax. I know where I'm going- it's ok.
These streets are my life. I take pride in what I do.
There aren't many people that are educated in the means of transportation;
we are taken for granted.
Jane stares out of the window to avoid eye contact with the driver. [ Cab driver is your life, Jane thought to herself]
CHICAGO- (Inside the taxi ) DAY
CAB DRIVER ( CONT' D)
(to the rearview mirror)
Well I know a little about Nigeria. If I was to guess I would guess Nigeria.
It's been a while since I have been there, but where in Nigeria are you from?
Ibo, Lissa... am I close?
THE DRIVER TALKS TO THE REARVIEW AND CLEARS HIS THROAT.
CAB DRIVER (CONT' D)
I'm going to go with Ibo. Your from Ibo aren't you?
I know, I have a good sense of people.
A sixth sense if you will. There was this one fair I had.
I remember it well. It was raining very badly and this
woman gets into my cab, Asain I believe.
Anyway she gets into my cab and she---
JANE
(softly)
----No I'm not from Ibo.
CAB DRIVER
Pardon?
JANE
I am not from Ibo.
CAB DRIVER
Oh.....so where are you fron then?
JANE
I think you passed up my place.
CAB DRIVER
Relax. I know where I'm going- it's ok.
These streets are my life. I take pride in what I do.
There aren't many people that are educated in the means of transportation;
we are taken for granted.
Jane stares out of the window to avoid eye contact with the driver. [ Cab driver is your life, Jane thought to herself]
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