The cab driver maneuverd the beat up champagne colored suburban through the New Orleans highway traffic. The skycaps at the airport called him Pac Man. I wondered how he had earned such a name. I sat quietly in the back watching him as he somewhat skillfully drove with one hand while using the other to hold his cell phone. He spoke in low tones and in some dialect of his native Arabic tongue that I could not understand. Pac Man postured himself in a Read full articlegangster lean
with his left elbow propped up against the window, and his head and body slightly tilted to the left. This provided optimal position for holding his small phone to his ear. At one point in our journey he slid his right hand down the steering wheel and to the left to pull up the trun signal lever, indicating his intent to move the vehicle into the right lane. After making the lane change, he left the the blinker on for about five minutes, turning it off only after he had finished his conversation.