Hari Krishna guy has been gone for a while now. I didn't notice when he left, but eventually I did recognize that the plaintive if highly repetitive strains of "Krishna krishnaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" had stopped. Maybe he's gone to Peru in a sort of street-musician exchange or something.
However, to replace him I now have yoga-master-cab-driver. He's always parked in front of the same apartment building early in the morning. The first week or so he was wandering aimlessly, apparently waiting for his fare to wake up. The next week he had started doing some simple side stretches. I didn't recognize those as intentional exercise at first because there's a homeless guy in the nearby park who does nearly the same thing and is either doing angry gesticulations at a faceless god, or is helping the sun rise. Or he's just really drunk and arm-waving is part of his bob-and-weave thing.
But yoga-master-cab-driver didn't stop with arm-waving. Last week he had moved on to deep knee bends, which I don't really mind because he doesn't wear the saggy jeans/boxer short combination that makes such things very unpleasant from the back. In fact I smiled at him in a friendly way as I went by, and decided not to tell him that deep knee bends are really tough on the joints at his age.
He must be taking some of those secret Costco bone supplement things though, because on Monday he was actually touching his forehead to his knees, and this morning he had one leg propped up on the roof of his cab - the roof mind you, not the hood - and was making a darn good grab for his toes.
I'm not quite sure what to make of this, but I'm starting to wonder if there is a plan for a new reality show based on quirky but flexible cab drivers of the American Southwest. Nah... that sounds about as fascinating as an hour long program on Bingo...