"I trust the weatherman about like I trust women. Oh, I listen. But I don't do anything. I want to see how it's gonna turn out first."
I was cabbing to downtown St. Louis, small-talking about the heavy cloud cover, when the driver dropped this gem.
While he was driving, he got a call from his son's daycare teacher. Apparently the kid didn't have the right color shoes on for school, and I was privy to the driver's version of that little spat.