Driving through University of Toronto
A cool, sunny day at the end of September.
Through the University of Toronto Campus, the cab drives slowly up St. George. The driver is happy, his window open, he’s looking at all the pretty girls walking by. I Wanna Dance With Somebody, by Whitney Houston comes on the radio and he turns it up a little bit. Softly, in an East European accent, he begins to sing:
“Oh! I wanna dance with somebody.
I wanna feel the heat with somebody.
Yeah! I wanna dance with somebody.
With somebody who loves me.”
He can see me smiling in his rear view mirror, and he turns the music up a little bit more.
At a red light, he turns the music up yet a little more, and sticking his head out the open window, he sings, strongly now:
“Don’t you wanna dance? With me baby!
Say you wanna dance!
Don’t you wanna dance? With me baby!”
He’s not really singing at anybody in particular, but as he’s yelling this out a girl is crossing the street. She stops for a second, does a quick go-go move, and then hurries across the street to her friends, now doubled over in laughter, waiting for her on the curb.
The cab driver howled, honked his horn twice and then drove off.
