October 3rd, 2006: New York City
"So, what's on 46th and 8th?"
The petty cab we had hopped into on 5th Avenue had previously been weaving us in and out of traffic. My only reasoning for this is that PettyCabMan was trying to scare Jessica, who hadn't wanted to even get INTO the petty cab in the first place. He posed the question to us after we had narrowly missed a bus and sixteen cabs while going through Times Square.
"Oh, just the bar that I work at," Jessica responded.
"Are you a bartender?"
"No, I work the door. I'm a doorhag."
PettyCabMan nodded at us, then asked "So, what kind of people go to this bar?"
"All kinds," Jessica responded. I agreed with her, "You get a lot of different kinds of people in there."
She continued, "You get everyone from the tourist from Alabama wearing sandals and socks to... Scott the Drag Queen."
At that, PettyCabMan asked what kind of bar this was, exactly.
"It's a piano bar."
"So there's singing?"
"Yep." At the point, Jessica turned on her DoorHagJessica personality and said, "There's live music every night, from 9 p.m. to 4 p.m. at 343 West 46th Street at Don't Tell Mama!"
We had turned onto 45th and had just made a right onto 8th Avenue, when he turned back to Jessica and looked her in the eye.
"Do you have a saviour?"
A pause from both of us. Jessica got over the shock first and responded, "As in... the All Mighty?"
"As in Jesus Christ."
As he pedaled us down 8th Avenue, he responded thoughtfully.
"A lot of people think that we're fuelled by electricity. We're not. We're fueled by Jesus, and one day, people are going to realize this."
As he pedaled to a stop, he turned back at us and smiled. "One day, you'll realize this and remember this conversation."
As we got out of the petty cab and began walking down 46th, Jessica turned back to him. "Oh, believe me. I will be remembering this conversation."
Oct 4, 2006
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