I step into the lincoln reluctantly because I lost my personal mta vs cab battle. But nothing makes regret bigger then the following…. He lowers his shades & stares me down & says “you are gorgeous to much in one woman” – thanks for making me regret this even more sir!…”can you do me favor” -what?!? It better be to close the door right. “I have to go drop off this registration for one second”... 

As I entered the Toyota Corolla I must admit I was a bit disappointed when they sent me a woman. Yes I know it’s bad to say, woman are perfect drivers, yes some are. But a woman cab driver is quite a unique experience. Its like a female on steroids. As she swerved & cursed out all drivers. There was a soft drizzle and she proceeds to say I hate ladies that wear sandals in this weather it’s silly. She pauses turns around to check my... 

I get into my yellow cab on 52nd assuming my middle eastern driver would definitely not be anything like my uptown cabby’s. (pause) Boy was I wrong! As I took my drunken cousin to his doorstep I direct the cab to our next stop my place. I guess he decided now that we’re alone lets chat. We passed by a Bronx night club & he proceeds to ask me if I go there, I said (quite surprised) “umm no”. He continues to tell me about... 

As I boarded my Black BMW (yes apparently I’ve taken so many cab’s that they can afford beamers, while I’m still taking cabs..sigh…) He was a young, quiet driver (or so I thought). I was glad he was quiet since I needed to make a few phone calls. I called a friend and began making party plans. I told her I wanted to go to a party store or a 99 cents store to get little baggies & balloon strings. She wasn’t sure if...