… between an elderly woman, sitting in the front seat, and the driver, who was maybe in his fifties:
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Woman: (rubbing her hands together) Boy is it cold this morning. It’s getting downright cold. I’m freezing.
Driver: It ain’t cold. You need to be out of a job…on the street…no place to go. That’s cold.
Woman: Aww. It’s 41 degrees out there. What do you call that—hot?
Driver: It ain’t freezing.
Woman: (laughing) Why you always talk crazy?
Driver: Part of life.
Woman: (still laughing) That ain’t no part of life!!
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