He is just a person in a yellow car who will drive you from here to there, then you pay him a fair price and a tip. What’s not to love? I can’t explain it. It is irrational. Would I rather walk 30 city blocks in heels? EN-OH no! Then shush and get in the cab.
Hailing a taxicab in New York pretty much makes me feel the same as having to get up on a horse. I have taken riding lessons, I have family with horses, I can curry a horse, I love going to the races, but I am terrified of actually getting in the saddle. I am afraid to not be in control of the beast.
In my usually brave little heart, I know that horses and taxi drivers can sense my fear. They take off at a wild gallop, try to throw me, and then slow to a frustrating pace just to get on my nerves.
Frankly, I am pretty sure this guy was wearing blinders. And me, without sugar cubes.
ginnygram 