Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Anecdote from Amsterdam

I was in the taxi to Schipol Airport on the way home, and the driver had the radio turned on. The song was U2's Where The Streets Have No Name. I asked the guy if it was ok for me to whistle. He said yes. So I did. After a while, he asked me

Are you a professional?

Hah --- incredible!!!

1 comment:

Stefan Schmiedl said...

"I am the Whistler, and I know many things, for I walk by night. I know many strange tales, hidden in the hearts of men and women who have stepped into the shadows of Smalltalk. Yes ... I know the nameless terrors of the VM of which they dare not speak."