The Boston taxi driver backed into the
stationary
fruit stall and within seconds he had a cop beside him.

“Name?”

“Brendan O’Connor.”

“Same as mine. Where are
you from?”

“County Cork.”

“Same as me……”

The
policeman paused with his pen in the air.

“Hold on a moment and
I’ll come back and talk about the old county. I
want to say
something to this fella that ran into the back of your
cab.”