Bad Ass New Yorker

It never leaves you, that tough-as-nails New York spirit. It will make you walk across the street regardless of oncoming traffic. And last night, in the bitter, bitter cold, it got me, stephantravels and clucas6416 a taxicab uptown.

I'm not really sure what was going on in the city last night, but usually, at midnight on a Thursday, there is NO problem getting a cab. Last night though -- we stood there for probably 20 minutes without so much as an off-duty guy going by. Every cab was full.

It was clearly a conspiracy.

Frustrated and cold, I saw, across 3rd avenue, that there was a cab coming downtown. The lights on 3rd, however, were green and no one seemed to care that there was a very cold, coatless girl desperate to cross the street.

Bucking conventions like waiting for the light, I dashed across the street, dodging cabbies and semis as Stephan and Charlie looked on in horror. The cabbie saw me, and seemed to acknowledge my coldness need, and drove up to find a place to stop.

To my horror, some evil yuppies approached my cab and I yelled into the street, "You've got to be fucking KIDDING me!" But as I look on, I notice that the yuppies haven't gotten INTO the cab. Because the doors are locked.

The cabbie is locking them out of the cab.

In a rush of glee, I ran across 12th street and approached the cab. When he saw me at the door, he unlocked it and I got in. The yuppies, their faces enraged in burberry colors, said "Have you been waiting?! We were waiting for this cab!"

To which I said, "You're damned right, and I'm COLD!" and slammed the door in their plaid faces.

Once inside, I thanked the cabbie profusely [with some money] and we hooked a U-y to collect Stephan and Charlie.

Something about getting home last night just felt that much more empowering.

Also, I'd imagine when I get a coat I won't be quite as brassy ;)