"I've got some questions for you gentlemen," the long-time D.C. driver said, pausing only for a second. "What did Michael Jackson say to the priest?"
We knew we were in for a good ride. "What did he say?," I asked.
"I saw him first."
In rapid fire mode, the driver continued. "What do Michael Jackson and J.C. Penny stores have in common?"
"No idea," I said.
"They both have boys pants half off."
"What did Michael Jackson say about why he loves this country?"
"He said it's the only country in the world where a poor black boy can grow up to be a rich white woman."
He rattled off a few more then switched targets. "Did you hear the story about the man who told his wife they should make love like animals that night?"
"I don't think we did."
"His wife said, 'OK, I'm going to be a possum and play dead.'"
Hospitals caught his attention next. "Did you hear about that dumb nurse?"
"She was carrying a pot of boiling water and chasing a patient around telling him to take his pants off. A supervisor finally stopped her before she caught the man. 'What are you doing?', she screamed. 'I told you to prick his boil.'"
The punchline hit just as we reached the curb of the Watergate. We owed him $12 for the ride but left a larger than usual tip.