Jewish Joke of the Week: The Rough Cab Ride
Daniel flags down a cab late at night after a long day. He slides into the back seat, gives an address across town, and the driver, a guy named Mike, nods and pulls away.
For the first few minutes, everything is smooth. Quiet streets, steady driving, soft music on the radio. Daniel leans back, finally relaxing.
About ten minutes in, Daniel realizes he forgot to ask how long the ride will take. So he leans forward and lightly taps Mike on the shoulder.
Mike lets out a full-throated scream. The cab jerks sharply to the left, swerves across a lane, narrowly misses a parked car, bumps up onto the curb, and comes to a jolting stop just inches from a storefront window.
Silence. Absolute silence.
Daniel is frozen in the back seat, one hand still halfway in the air. Mike is gripping the steering wheel like it personally betrayed him, breathing like he just ran a marathon.
A long few seconds pass.
Finally, Mike turns around slowly and says, “Please… don’t ever do that again. You nearly sent me into early retirement.”
Daniel swallows. “I am so, so sorry. I barely touched you. I didn’t think— I mean— I didn’t realize—”
Mike takes a deep breath, nodding. “No, no… it’s not really your fault.”
Daniel blinks. “It’s not?”
Mike shakes his head. “First day driving a cab.”
Daniel exhales a little. “Okay… that makes more sense.”
Mike adds, “Yeah. Before this, I spent twenty-five years driving a hearse.”
