The other night, when I finally met up with my cousin who was visiting, we jumped into a cab to get to Brooklyn. It was cold and raining a little.
'Park Slope. Take the Manhattan Bridge.'
As we headed downtown, traffic was hideous. Crowding toward one of the stop lights, our cab grazed the side of another cab. No one was hurt, the side view mirrors and door handles were intact, but there was a definite and terrible scraping sound.
Can I say the other driver was pissed?
We were then hunted down for the next several stop lights. At one point, the offended driver pulled up alongside, rolled down his window and launched into a rant in Russian.
I turned to my cousin. 'Welcome to New York!' Cliche, I know, but I couldn't help myself.
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