Honestly, I don't care who's behind the wheel as long as they get me home in one piece (or at least the same number of pieces I was in prior to getting in the cab - a.k.a, I uuusually only take a cab in extreme conditions: too drunk to walk, not sober enough to stay awake on the subway, way too much of a chance I'll end up in another bar or at a pizza place or a McDonald's, heels too high, too cold, too hot, feelin' rich). Other than that I use the ever-loving crap out of my
Taking cabs in the city has become something I really enjoy (when I remember the experience), and I hope that little, baby, tiny feeling of awesomeness associated with it doesn't go away any time soon.
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