Nothin' to see here, people, move along. Ok, if you insist on staying, atleast take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable. Once I get started...well, you could be here for a while. (Just ignore the typos. I do.) Yes, snacks are allowed as long as you share and clean up after yourself. Oh yeah, hey...if you happen to see my scissors around here, could you let me know. I could have sworn I had them right here a minute ago.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Taxi wars....no more Miss nice gal...
Ok, I lost the battle....but I won the fight. Huh? Ok, maybe not, but here is a story of my good deed. I was in the NYC last Sunday. It was about 6:30PM, I was headed back down to Penn Station. I had walked over to Broadway because there was a Street Fair farther East and I knew it would be useless to try there. I'm standing on the corner looking north torward Central Park. I was standing there for a while and I didn't see any cabs that were free. They all had their lights off or their off-duty lights on. After a few minutes I decided to see if I could catch a cab coming from the cross street. As I turn, I see a young lady standing looking down the street and she looked like she was looking for a cab also, so I decided not to cramp her and I stayed where I was. FINALLY, I spot two free cabs coming my way. I raise my arm and hail one down. It pulls over and I open the door, when that girl came rushing over and in a huff says, "I've been waiting here for ten minutes to get a cab." Without even thinking I step back and extend my arm, letting her jump into my cab. As she pulls the door shut, I see the other cab pull past and realize I can't get it to stop...he can't see me anymore. That is when I think to myself, "SUCKER! You were waiting for a cab for atleast 10 minutes too. If that stupid wench had just raised her arm you could have both had cabs....but NOOOOO. " So, there I stood, waiting another 5 minutes, easy. Why the hell did I have to be so nice...and to someone that obviously wouldn't appreciate my gesture. I guess its my fault, cause I bought the dead bugs and didn't want to haul the glass frame through the subway because I was afraid it would get bumped around and it was fragile. I'll post my bug pictures later...I promise!
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4 comments:
Because that is how we were raised my dear cousin. Blame our Parents.
My Mother gets upset with me when I blame her for things...so can I blame your parents....lol.
In case you were not aware, you are also a young lady. Where should the line be drawn? If you keep this up, New Yorkers will lose their reputation for not being polite. lol
I don't know, but I am kind of fond of the first come, first serve theory of cab hailing. If she would have just raised her arm we would have both had a cab and I would not have been so peeved about being nice without thinking about it. That is what drove me nuts.
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