Feb. 17th, 2010

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Three young people from the post-midnight cab rank. They were in a good mood, continuing a conversation about tummy rumbles as they hopped into the cab. Young man beside me, sweet young thing in the back, and another young chap beside her.

"So embarrassing!" she said. "Everyone looks around when they hear the noise."

"Ah, it's okay. Go right ahead," I piped up. "Everyone always blames the cabbie."

Froot Loops - the colours of your lifeThe chap beside me began talking about food and its effects. "I had some Froot Loops," he said. "So unhealthy! Just sugar and salt and die. They made my Number Twos change colour."

"Ewwwwwwww," said someone in the back.

"I was talking to the driver," he said.

I felt I needed to say something. Not sure what. I paused. You know, one of those pauses, where everyone looks at you, waiting for the noise.

"Ah. Um," I began. "I was just thinking about the colours. Blue, green, orange, pink, yellow..."

"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

"Beetroot," the fellow beside me went on, relentlessly. "Canned beetroot. It comes out the same colour it goes in."

It was one of those nights when cabbies get stuck for words.

–Skyring

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