I stop a cab on Madison. He’s counting his bills, looking up he says, “Get in.” not noticing my two suitcases. “Sir, I need you to pop the trunk.” He obliges, I deposit my luggage and we’re off.
Weaving in and out of traffic, head out of the window cursing other drivers, nearly rearending a bus we pull up in front of Penn. The meter reads $9.10. Is this right? $11.20 to get from 108th and 2nd to 57th and Mad and $9.10 from 57th and Madison to Penn at 34th? “Miss you takin’ too long to pay me. I’m going to pull over across the street.”
The cab turns perpendicular across Sixth Avenue and clumsily pulls up in front of a waiting bellhop. The trunk pops and I notice the bellhop is going for my bag. “HEY! That’s MY bag! What the hell are you doing!?”
And I haven’t even gotten to the airport…
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