Who wants to be annoyed by their cab driver?!
Today I get into a cab and tell the driver I need to go to the corner of Waveland and Broadway. After a minute of driving I change my mind and say, “Actually, make that Waveland and Pine Grove.”
“Is that your final answer?” the cab driver asks in his accent. I give him a courtesy laugh and tell him that yes, that is my final answer. “Because you can change your guess until you say final answer,” he continues. I look out the cab window, not knowing how to reply to that. “Or you could use one of your three lifelines,” he goes on.
Forget the fact that this joke isn’t funny; it’s not even topical. Maybe (maybe!) if he had told this five years ago I would have laughed. This, my friend, is no five years ago. He keeps going: “You have 50/50. Phone a friend. Or poll the audience.” How am I even supposed to respond to this?
My best guess is continue staring out the window and ignore him. This is what I do. This is my final answer.