New York. It’s a hell of a town. And it’s about the only place where a taxicab bearing what appear to be garlic bunches from the rear bumper seems totally normal. Maybe this guy had a run in with Edward and Bella or the cast of “True Blood”? Maybe it’s a wry commentary on the “social vampires” of the cityscape? Or maybe, just maybe, he’s looking for an innovative way to store the garlic cloves he’s harvested from his backyard garden. I dunno. What’s your guess?
Dear Woman With The Rolling Suitcase Who Stole My Cab This Morning,
Did you think I wouldn’t notice? That I wouldn’t see you roll past me, stop no more than eight feet in front of me, and raise your arm just like mine had been raised for 15 minutes? Did you think I was so involved in my text conversation with my friend Steve — about whether it’s possible/weird to poop with a baby in a Bjorn strapped to your chest — that I wouldn’t see you blatantly invading my taxi territory? I can think of no other explanation for the lack of subtlety you displayed in defying the laws of cab hailing. Keep reading »