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Flavor of the Week: The Cabbie's Consciencenew
I hailed a taxi on 67th Street and fielded a call from Bill, whose anxious, repetitive questions made me suspect he’d entered the cokesnorting portion of the evening. When I ended the call the cab driver said I was pretty, and I thanked him. “You look young. How old you are?”
New York Press |
Jessie Marshall |
12-17-2009 |
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