Having no car and the subways inexplicably stopping short of LaGuardia, I often use Seventh Avenue Car Service to begin my journeys. The last fews times my driver has been Gus. Gus is a beefy white guy in his 40s who’s been around the block — he’s told loved ones who have also ended up with his services about various times he’s ended up in jail — and likes to talk philosophy. Like this morning’s bit of enlightenment:
“I can’t believe in religion. I mean, how can you? Some people look up at the clouds in the sky and they see the Virgin Mary. I look up and I see a bunny gettin’ it up the ass. What are you going to do?”
In that simple statement, he’s summed up a lot of the ideas that separate people.
