The Boston taxi driver backed into the
stationary
fruit stall and within seconds he had a cop beside him.
„Name?“
„Brendan O’Connor.“
„Same as mine. Where are
you from?“
„County Cork.“
„Same as me……“
The
policeman paused with his pen in the air.
„Hold on a moment and
I’ll come back and talk about the old county. I
want to say
something to this fella that ran into the back of your
cab.“
