Conversations between taxi drivers

As my cab pulled up to an intersection with a crosswalk, a pretty girl waited to cross, and my cab driver waved her across, she thanked him with a hand wave, and the cab in the next lane didn't slow down until later, stopping right at the crosswalk.

At the next intersection, my cab driver, leaning partially out the window, to the other cab driver: Bro, drive with some class. Give way to the beautiful sex.