When I got out of the hotel tonight, there was a yellow cab just sitting there waiting at the intersection.
Perfect timing.
The driver spoke clear, concise English. In fact, his name was Richard.
He drove smoothly, over the exact same roads that those other guys lurch and squeal. It was an even ride.
He even made most of the lights, a feat I thought not possible under the current laws of physics.
He had classical music playing.
When he got to my intersection, he turned off the music before asking if I wanted the near or far corner. I said far. He proceeded to go exactly as far down the block as I specified.
He offered me a receipt.
I declined, but gave him a very good tip ($6 on a $4 fare, rather than the $5 I usually give).
He gave me a lollipop.
Richard J----, you are the best taxi driver ever.
Posted by Jon at September 16, 2003 01:07 AM | TrackBackthat makes me weep. I've never had that kind of cab experience. Maybe some day...
Posted by: jon collins at September 17, 2003 09:22 AM