Today’s
car service driver to my first dialysis treatment of the week showed up
twenty minutes before my scheduled pickup, and what a character the guy
was.
The
driver was a huge Russian bear of a man, somewhere around his late
60’s, and dressed in bright red sweats and a red hoodie. That ensemble
was topped with a red baseball cap emblazoned with a Soviet military
crest on the forehead and huge white letters reading “CCCP” on the bill,
with “USSR” on the back. So, I was being driven by an old school Sov
super-patriot, that much was already apparent, but the hilarious icing
on this cake was when his cell phone went off. It loudly and proudly
played some ultra-militaristic instrumental anthem of the sort that
conjured up mental images of marching troops in propaganda reels. I had
to fight not to laugh.
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