Writer Sprout

Friday, August 18, 2006

[Commentary in brackets.]

As a taxi rider, you have the right to:

Direct the destination and route used;
Travel to any destination in the five boroughs of the City of New York [I've been denied a good few times; admittedly, the proposed trip has generally been short, as in four blocks];
A courteous, English-speaking driver who knows the streets in Manhattan and the way to major destinations in other boroughs;
A driver who knows and obeys all traffic laws [Pardon as I take a few minutes to mop up the Diet A&W still pluming like a fountain from my nostrils];
Air-conditioning on demand [Really? Well I'll be. Thing is, presumably the driver w/ the cab so bloody-hot the backseat is spouting flames is in no place to meet such a demand];
A radio-free (silent) trip;
Smoke and incense-free air;
A clean passenger seat area;
A clean trunk;
A driver who uses the horn only when necessary to warn of danger [Please allow me several hours to recover from the gut-busting fit of hysterics I'm presently doubled over in]; and
Refuse to tip, if the above are not complied with [I'm such a softie].

Posted by princess kanomanom @ 5:07 PM

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