Cab Drivers Tell Me I'm Pretty

A blog that was supposed be made up of bits about cab rides and blurbs about beauty products but, instead, is about other things.

6.06.2005

Lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy Jen./She wants to take a cab./So she wait and waits and waits and waits and waits for it to rain.

Coming soon, as per special request:

  • The story of the time, last Saturday, that the cab driver thought that I was pregnant, if not pretty.

  • The story of the time, this Saturday, that obviously the cab driver thought I was ugly because he didn't listen to a single request my friend and/or I made. Not even to the request wherein we asked if he could wait two seconds so that I could watch her walk through the door of her crack den/apartment! He wasn't very nice. In fact, he hated us.

  • A note on the time I was driving though the Holland Tunnel, and we were stuck behind a cab, and a companion uttered the phrase, "Who would have thought we'd be stuck in the tunnel behind a cab going 30 miles-per-hour?!" I'm not quite sure what she was getting at. I thought this was the speed at which one was supposed to drive through the tunnel. Then again, I'm not so into driving.

  • A full report on Know Your Public Space: NYC Taxi Cabs, the flash card. With illustration, of course!

  • The full name and license number of The Crankiest Cab Driver Ever!
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