Cabblog 01.27.11

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.

Cabblog 01.26.11

The heat and the funk inside the cab, battled for dominance against the gaping maw of a wide open window.

It's hurting my eyes