And I've had some weird cab drivers. Like the guy who I s.w.e.a.r. was blind, or at least partially blind.
The conversation started out normally enough -- where are you from, blah, blah, blah. Then somewhere around Pennsylvania he started asking me questions about my dating history, like if I thought the boys in California were better than the boys out here, or if I had dated any Spanish boys while I lived there. When I said no, he asked me if I only dated White boys. What about Black boys? Why not Spanish boys? What about Asians? Did I speak Spanish? Did I not like Spanish boys?
No, he was not Spanish.
Then he launched into some story about a girl he knew (his daughter?) that had once dated a Black boy. He was a playboy, but he treated her well because she treated him well. I didn't really catch the whole story because he was speaking sooooo quietly and he had a really heavy accent, but I did hear him say that said Black boy was 'physically strong, you know, and she was physically strong as well,' which he said was important.
I am writing this post now, so you know that I made it home alive. Surprisingly enough, he did not kidnap me and force me into an arranged marriage with a Spanish boy.