Becky had to grab a cab to get to a meeting uptown.
She hailed one down, got in and told the cabbie the
address to go to. The cabbie turned out to be a
lunatic driver and Becky sat in the backseat clutching
the door handle wondering if she could expect to
survive this trip. The cabdriver sped through the
crowded NYC streets, weaving in and out of traffic.
Becky watched as one pedestrian after another leapt
aside to avoid being run down by her lunatic driver.
Becky looked ahead and saw a truck double parked on the
narrow street. Not only did the driver fail to slow
down, he actually accelerated as he approached the
truck. He slipped his cab through the available space
with an inch or two to spare on either side.
“Driver,” Becky screamed, “Are you crazy?? Are you
trying to get us both killed?”
“Relax lady,” he said. “Just do what I do. Close
your eyes.”