Here’s to you, nattily-clad, white cab driver.
You went from the corner office at Lehman Brothers to dropping off nannies at a corner on La Brea.
You’re not a hack – you’re a throwback – to the days when guys like you didn’t come from the same place as that gasoline.
You’ll replenish that Cayman Island bank account by taking Japanese tourists on the “scenic” route.
So fill it with premium, Scrooge McCabbie. You may not carry more than $25, but we’ll always carry a torch for your houndstooth goodness.