Happy Thanksgiving to all the USians, in the remade
En route from Boston to Newark. Later on today, I hope they will also take me
from Newark to Detroit. Here I am, enjoying the most expensive plane ticket I
have ever purchased in the US. Connecting in Newark? Gah. But, it was all I
could do to avoid being routed through Montreal. Anyway, the coffee is
good. And, it's a very literary crowd. A lot of writing in notebooks and Sudoku
(or is it Soduku, I can never remember --- it has numbers and I don't do it)
going on. All the laptops around me are white Macs. They need to learn the
power of the dark side.
Speaking of white, there was snow on the ground when my (yellow) cab pulled up
this morning. I wasn't expecting to take a cab. I bought a plane ticket for a
reasonable hour thinking that I would be able to take the (purple) commuter
train and the Silver Line to the airport. But, the MBTA runs on a Sunday
schedule on Thanksgiving, so no trains by me until after 10am. I could have
still managed by mass transit, but I would have had to walk a half mile, and
leave an hour earlier. 57 to the green line to the blue line to the shuttle
just sounded too complicated, even though it's not.
The cab driver had been working for 18 hours straight. At least, that's what he
said. Isn't that illegal? He told me about his ex-wife. He pays her $1000 a
month. He has given her over $120,000. He advised me never to get married. He
also ran down all of his fares from the last 18 hours for me, and let me know
how much each had tipped him, the approximate blood alcohol level of each, and
the conversational highlight summary of each. No cabbie has ever done that for
me before. I guess it worked. I tipped outrageously well. I'm always confused
by the airport cab rides, because there is like $6.50 in tolls involved. How
does that work with the whole tipping as a percentage of the bill thing? It
makes sense that you don't really tip on the tolls, but it's hard to stomach
only tipping a couple dollars more than the total, tolls included.
I could fill out a pretty good Friendster profile for this guy. I clearly
should have recorded him for a voice post. Next time I will. He's a Mountain
Dew guy, not coffee, but he's drinking coffee this morning because he's got to
drive his Uncle over to his some-other-relative's place later on. Is that what
it's like as a cabbie? Do you end up driving your friends and relatives
everywhere too? Usually the smell of coffee makes him have to use the
bathroom. I'd probably leave that out of the profile. He's 45, and knows who
Kid Rock is. Looking for someone who is not looking for someone to pay the
bills. He doesn't need that. I should have gotten his card.
Ah, lovely Newark. Flight delayed by 10 minutes, then 30 minutes, then 1 hour
20 minutes. And counting.