The driver became agitated as soon as I told him I wanted to go to Brooklyn. He began shouting at in me in an accent that was initially difficult to understand. I knew drivers didn’t like to go to Brooklyn, but this level of anger was new to me. He waved a wad of money in his right hand as he turned around while driving to announce that he would take me to Brooklyn, but only if I agreed that he could stop first at a bank downtown to make a deposit . He repeatedly kept saying he couldn’t afford to pay a $40 late fee and that he had no time to waste. If it hadn’t been pouring, I would have gotten out of the taxi then and there, but I was inside a dry vehicle that would otherwise be unattainable under the current weather and made me reluctant to move on. Besides, I was tired.
Wow, what a drama! I think that you stayed in that cab because of your kind heart and tired feet. You care about and are interested in people and obviously he responded to that. So glad that it had a safe ending for you and through you we all wish him well. thanks for the slice of life in NYC.
When did this happen? Recently?
no, Bu before uber!