Three Parables, As Told By My Father:
A psychiatrist encounters a second psychiatrist, his colleague and friend.
“Hello,” says the first shrink.
“Hello,” says the second, walking in the opposite direction.
I wonder what he meant by that, thinks the first.
I wonder what he meant by that, thinks the second.
***
Bob picks up his friend Phil at the train station. Phil has traveled a long way.
“Are you OK,” Bob asks, “you look ill.”
“It was terrible. I had to ride backwards the whole trip.”
“Why didn’t you just ask the person across from you to switch seats?”
“I would’ve,” says Phil, “but there was nobody there.”
***
Moe the cab driver has finally done it. He’s first in line outside the arrivals terminal.
Positioned for a big-time customer or two.
A businessman, excited to see his loving wife and kids again, gets in Moe’s cab.
“236 Maple Street, please.”
“Are you serious? Take your fare? And lose this prime spot?”
