A cab driver and his passenger sitting in the back seat are idling in an alleyway as they wait for a third party.
The passenger tries to liven up the polite conversation by asking about the driver's taste in music after he makes a comment in passing about the oldies station.
The passenger asks the driver if he's heard of the Rat Pack. The driver, contorting to meet his passenger's gaze, shakes his head no. The passenger is stunned.
"Frank Sinatra? Ever heard of him?" The driver again shakes his head no, looking as if he's done something wrong.
Incredelous, the passenger then asks with a great urgency,"What about Sammy Davis Jr.!?" The driver, yet again, shakes his head no, at this point wide-eyed and jittery.
The passenger looks around, not believing what he's hearing. He finally asks the driver, "Then who have you heard of?"
The driver looks at him for a moment, and once the silence grows pregnant, begins to stare intently. He speaks gravely:
"Pagliacci."
At the moment his mouth pops open, a portly clown clad in white and black falls from the adjacent building, howling a single note before he rips into the hood of the car with a tremendous crashing sound.
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