New York City
“You going to Brooklyn?” asks the man standing next to the illegal cab parked outside of JFK International Airport last night.
“No thanks,” I say as I (and my 2 carry-on bags … I never check luggage; I like to keep my flying options open) join the people standing in line waiting for legal, yellow cabs. “I’m all right.”
“You’re not all right,” he says. “You’re at an airport. And, you need to get home. I caa …”
Although the dark-haired woman standing next to me is at least a foot (0.30 meters) shorter than Mr. Illegal Cab Driver, she interrupts him and says, “Just give it a rest, okay partner?! Can’t you see that we’ve all made up our minds already? Tsk Tsk Tsk. Greedy, greedy, greedy …”
Ah, New York; it’s nothing if not painfully honest and real. As I leave the airport in my little yellow cab, I watch the nighttime Manhattan skyline go by. It so good to be home.
And, again, heart-felt thanks to everyone for your comments on yesterday’s post.
October 19th, 2005 at 2:39 pm
You know, I don’t think we even have any illegal cabbies here in Austin. Some of them may be here illegally, but Texans are so hell bent on driving their own cars that there probably isn’t a market for illegal cabs here.
October 20th, 2005 at 11:27 am
Welcome home, Stolie!
October 20th, 2005 at 5:36 pm
There something I like about the cab stand at LGA. I don’t know it is. Probably the anticipation that this is the last leg of the trip before the fun begins (my trips to NYC are always about fun!).