Taxi-cab interventions

I broke up an almost-fight at 6 this morning.

I had just gotten out of work after 13 long hours and was starting to nod off as I sat in the cab on my way home.

Moments after the driver turned onto my street, he slammed on his brakes and laid on the horn, startling me into alertness as my computer bag and purse flew to the floor. He had nearly missed clipping a driver in a white sedan, who was trying to parallel park into one of the coveted spots on my block.

The driver, who was wearing a ton of gold chains and a ridiculous amount of hair gel, started screaming at him and got out of the car. The cabbie started screaming back. They exchanged swear words and blame for a few seconds before Hair Gel flopped back onto his seat and crossed his arms.

"I ain't moving, man. So screw you."

Hair Gel just sat there, his car idling sideways on the street. The cabbie started to get out of his car, making threats at Hair Gel.

I'd had enough. I was tired and frustrated from a hard night, and I wasn't about to be held up by an asshole driver and an idiot cabbie while I sat here -- still on the meter -- and watched.

I stepped out of the car. "Get back in the cab," I barked at the cabbie.

"And you," I said, turning to Hair Gel. "Move your car -- NOW."

To my surprise, they both jumped to follow my orders.

"Yes, ma'am," said Hair Gel sheepishly. "Sorry."

He quickly parked his car, and the cab driver sped down the rest of the block in silence.

Comments

[r8chel]

Awesome!

[yourblog]

way to go! update me more often it's fun!

[jeremy]

you are such a badass New Yorker.