During the twelve minutes it took to get from my house to LAX...
- He asked me if I wanted a McDonalds fish sandwich. Apparently he ordered two but could only eat one. It did smell like fish in the car but I never saw the sandwhich or a wrapper. Strange.
- He told me he was going to try to convert his SUV to a hybrid engine so it could get 50 mpg.
- After I told him I was a writer he asked about how you go about selling a tagline idea. He told me he had the best one for Yahoo! He built it up saying "are you ready?" over and over until I got "Yahoo! It's what we do!" followed by the obligatory pause for a response. I told him it was interesting but that I didn't know how to sell a tagline. (I was lying. Last October I actually wrote tagline-type copy for this Yahoo ad.)
- He told me that Malibu, when pronounced in Arabic (as Mal abu) means "From your father's money". I told him that I thought a lot of people in Malibu were living off their father's money and he thought it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. He then told me that I should go up to someone speaking Arabic and tell them this. He insisted that they would find it funny. I told him I would try to do that. (I didn't)
- He asked me to pay him before we got to the airport. He said it would make things faster. (Obviously it was because unlicensed cabs are illegal!)
- He tried to give me his card but since it was magnetic and sitting in a stack under the hot sun he couldn't separate a single card. He offered to give me this huge stack of fifty fused cards so I'd have the number. I politely declined.
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