Tonight Brodie, Margot and I drove across town in the chilly rain to meet a friend for dinner. (Who? You want to know who we were meeting? Well, ok, it was Mike M.)
We stopped at a red light and frantic shouting came from the backseat.
"Car! Bow-bow. Car! Bow-bow. BOW-BOW!" Margot insisted.
I looked to the left, and there was a taxi next to us, its 'bow-bow' lit on top to indicate passengers within, kind of like this.
Apparently 'bow-bow' means more than just hair ribbon (see Wordsmithing if you are confused.)