Boston Taxi drivers are a riot. In the 20 minutes it took to get from the hotel to visit Lea in Cambridge today, I don’t think that the driver stopped talking. It was a totally random stream of consciousness that included his opinions on Mitt Romney (smart), Bill Buckner (tragic), and Madonna (snobby). He never said the word “wicked”, which was a bit of a disappointment. He did tell me that I looked like Vanessa Williams though.
Somewhere in that stream he started talking about NATO. I had sort of zoned out at this point and was just nodding and “uh-huh”-ing at periodic intervals.
“You know what NATO is?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” I said.
“No Action, Talk Only! Get it? NATO!”
I have no idea what or who this guy was talking about, but I’ve definitely found a useful new term. Actions speak louder than words, and I loathe people who are all promises and no payoff.
So, I say thank you, Mr. Boston Taxi Driver. Thank you for giving me a new phrase to incorporate into my world / creating subtle way to talk smack about others. And thank you for telling me I look like a former Miss America.