A day after the BIG FLAKE, the city and the streets are getting back to normal, and the great gladitorial battle for available cabs begins anew.
As I sit, victorious in a taxi on my way to work, the dejected waifish NY debutant flashes me a look of defeat and disgust.
Although I wonder who the real victor is, as it seems my driver is overly fond of "easy listening". As he sings, in robust tones, to Bon Jovi. And as a short cab ride, will rack up a fee the size of Liberia's deficit, I wonder if walking would not have been more prudent.
Bryan Adams seems to be a particilar favorite, at the moment.
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