Granted, I have only myself to blame for attempting to hail a cab in the middle of the financial district at 430 ona Friday afternoon, lugging a gigantic binder in my spindly arms - all so that I can get to the beach at a reasonable hour on this second-to-last summer weekend, and get in a bit of work-related reading poolside. Everyone knows traffic is horrendous at this hour, and naturally all the cabs are off-duty.
But still: is that any kind of excuse for some woman, who I hereby vow to hiss at should I ever lay eyes on her again, to casually stroll past me, holding a nice little Tiffany bag while I cling to my 10lbs of legal documents, and jump into the only available cab in sight?
There are a few rules of etiquette when one lives in such a small and crowded environment, and near the top of the list is the rule that dictates, when a person is already waiting on a corner for a cab, you're basically obligated to either wait til they are safely in the backseat of a nice yellow car, or walk until you are an appropriate distance away before hailing your own cab. An appropriate distance is not, under any circumstances, half a block away -- especially not when you are in FRONT of the person waiting!
Get your own corner. This is my turf, lady.
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