This Sunday past, I was taking a cab home from the airport at 1 AM. The driver asked for my address, shook my hand, and told me that he was from Pakistan. He likes driving a cab here, because the roads are so nice compared to Pakistan.
As we talked, I was having small tics. If you’re unfamiliar with Tourette’s, it produces involuntary noises. I was making a noise that sounded kind of like a cross between a hiccup and a throat clearing. After perhaps ten minutes of this he said:
“Sir, what is this silly phenomenon? What on earth is happening to you?”
“No, we all have that,” he said. “Everyone can have the hiccup. So I ask you again: what is this silly phenomenon? Why would you do such a thing?”
We had a very lively chat. Given how tired and airplane-weary I was, it was a pretty good ride home.