BECAUSE WHEN I’M ANGRY, I GET MEAN
For the umpteenth time in my life, an empty, on-duty cab sped past me. I was standing on the corner of 11th & Bleecker. There were two cabs stopped at the red light and I waited across the intersection, with my arm out, for the light to turn green. Now, usually I would have just run across the street and caught them at the red light because I know that’s the only fool-proof way for *me* to get a cab. But I was feeling lazy, besides it wasn’t a very populated area and it was broad daylight. Surely, capitalism would give way to prejudice and fear.
Wrong again.
When the light turned green, the first cab hesitated and suddenly turned left without signalling. The cab behind him moved toward me and then when I stepped out into the street to get in, zoomed by me. But I was ready, I memorized his medallion number and sent myself an e-mail from the Treo.
This morning I filed a complaint against him with the transportation commission which included the following:
His sideview mirror almost brushed me, is how close he came to me without stopping. I am an African-American woman and this has happened to me numerous times, but this incident was so egregious that I decided to take down his medallion number, the time and place and file this report. I am committed to following up with this complaint and will appear at any necessary hearings. This behavior is unacceptable for a cab driver. Thank You.
Here are all the things I want to happen to this jerk as a result of my complaint:
1. Lose his cab medallion.
2. Lose his cab.
3. Lose his house.
4. Lose his family.
5. Imprisonment.
6. Deportation
7. Death
I’m still very flexible about the order.
Report your own nightmare New York City cabdriver.