Ms Alexis- My Horrible Cab Ride Last Week!
One of my favorite callers asked me if I get a lot of attention when I am outside. Of course I do!
I enjoy the attention, but sometimes it can get a little irritating. Men blocking the sidewalk trying to get me to notice them, the whistling, the cat calling and for me the worst is when they try to grab my hand. Ugh! That one used to get them a little verbal assault from me. Now it may get them a good swift kick in the balls with my heels!
But last week I had one of the worst cab rides I have ever experienced. I was in a rush and caught a cab on the street. The cab driver didn’t speak a lot of English, but seemed able to understand where I wanted to go. So first we got on the east side highway (FDR) which was crowded! As we slowly inched along, he started asking me if I was married or had a boyfriend. UH-OH! I thought.
We were steadily proceeding along the highway, when the driver gets off at the wrong exit. I am frantically in the backseat telling him, “NO, get back on!” But he decides to take the side streets. And he made sure he caught every red light. Then the cab driver asks me if I know how to get there. “Shouldn’t you know!” I ask.
Although I never use it, I can speak some Spanish. So I try to direct the cab driver to my destination using my Spanish. But all of a sudden he doesn’t speak Spanish anymore!
We pull up beside another yellow cab at a stoplight, and I tell him to ask the other cab driver for directions. He doesn’t and actually rolls up the windows. Now at this point, I think I am being kidnapped! So I am waiting for the next red light, so I can jump out of the cab.
At the next light, I prepare to jump out in my high heels and start sprinting. But the driver pulls up to another cab driver who speaks Spanish. And the other cab driver gives my driver the directions. Which he doesn’t follow!
But also remember, he forgot how to speak Spanish until we pulled up to the second cab driver.
The other cab driver told him to go right, but he wants to go left. I am screaming at him ” derecha, derecha, go right!” You can bet I started remembering every spanish curse I ever learned!
Now I am wishing I had something hard and heavy in my purse, that I could hit him with. Why is this the day I decide not to pack my vibrator?
And for the entire ride, he is telling me how beautiful I am, and how he loves me. At the next corner, I demand he ” let me out!”
I get out, and catch another cab, but not before making sure the driver speaks English!




