ohhhh carol

she is hilarious:

Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Me and the Indian cabbie

Coming back from Saks, we all took a cab from 5th ave. Of course, i ended up having to take the front seat. I open the door to find crumbsy seat cushion in a plushy velvet/ shitty velour in a red washed out color. Thinking I had to sit on that for at least 10 mins, i was thanking myself i wore a knee length coat, over a black dress and no stockings. Here we are driving down 5th, and the cabbie is on his cellphone speaking his language. Prabal, who lived in India for 3 years, was in the back seat extremely quietly. Meanwhile I am bitching about him changing lanes and slowing down at yellow stoplights. When we reach our destination, Prabal is cracking up; the cabbie didnt realize he could understand the language said " there is this girl sitting next to me in the front seat, her skin is so so white; oh crazy things happen to my body"

creepy lil cabbies, thats why girls bring out the opaque tights and the over tan looks