Guided Tours of Hell
“Leo and the driver switched between French and English as they discussed the truckloads of oranges dumped on the road to the airport. The driver didn’t think anything should be dumped on the road. People had to go places, Monsieur, especially to the airport. It only made things more confusing for those who agreed with the poor farmers unable to sell their produce because of cheap, low-quality fruit from Morocco, Tunisia, Israel, Spain, Brazil…. The driver listed every country with a warmer clim...ate and darker-skinned population than France’s. In the back of the taxi, Leo took Nina’s hand and suggestively stroked her thumb.
When a red light delayed them in front of a movie theater, the driver said, “All American films.”
“Bad ones,” Leo said.
“People pay,” the driver said, rubbing his fingers together.
“It’s all about money,” said Leo, and the driver beeped his horn in agreement. Nina was proud of Leo for having charmed this grumpy Parisian, who began driving more recklessly as he told Leo this story: Early one morning, recently, he’d arrived at the taxi garage to find that some Turkish drivers had slaughtered a lamb for a holiday and were divvying up the bloody meat.MoreLess
When a red light delayed them in front of a movie theater, the driver said, “All American films.”
“Bad ones,” Leo said.
“People pay,” the driver said, rubbing his fingers together.
“It’s all about money,” said Leo, and the driver beeped his horn in agreement. Nina was proud of Leo for having charmed this grumpy Parisian, who began driving more recklessly as he told Leo this story: Early one morning, recently, he’d arrived at the taxi garage to find that some Turkish drivers had slaughtered a lamb for a holiday and were divvying up the bloody meat.MoreLess
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