Cab: (n) short for taxicab.
Even though we contend that honesty is the best policy, sometimes the dividends are questionable.
Often I will admit my weakness or even ignorance in an attempt to create empathy with an audience–only to have someone come up to me afterwards, shaking their head and saying, “You really feel that way?”
So with that in mind, with some trepidation, I offer the confession that I have only been in a taxicab four times.
I don’t live in New York City.
I have never been without some sort of vehicle for my own personal use.
So the idea of climbing into the back of a car and telling a driver where to take me, as a meter continues to remind me of how much I’m going to have to pay for the opportunity, is a little unnerving.
I also have this flaw of wanting to converse with everyone I meet. During my taxi drives, this became problematic. All four of my drivers were apparently advocates of maintaining their language of birth instead of pursuing the local dialect. So they did talk to me, and I tried to catch a word here or there, but I am sure I nodded my head at the wrong places and remained silent during awkward intervals.
I also remember that I was always surprised at how much it cost. Matter of fact, when I watch a TV show based in New York City and see them taking all those cabs, I always wonder how they can afford it–unless they don’t have an apartment and sleep in a box somewhere near a subway grate.
So it is difficult for me to talk about cabs.
Does it help that I like the game show where the driver asks the passengers questions– Cash Cab?
Pretty lame, huh?