PR guru Ms. R directed me to a brilliant article in NYMag (i.e. the Holy Bible) about the city's new proposal to share cabs and split fares. The author describes an encounter a Newark airport in which he narrowly missed the opportunity to split a cab with his Prince Charming. After reading the article I began to strongly support this cab sharing proposal. I was ready to march on city hall demanding that cab sharing become mandatory immediately. However, after some thinking I realized that the chances of me getting into a cab with a handsome, intelligent stranger who wants to date me are about the same as me owning a zebra as a house pet.
At the end of a hard night (either working or drinking) I enjoy being able to sit in the back of a cab and pseudo-doze off or send a text message about how much fun I had to my fellow drinking buddy or document reviewer. This task will become immeasurably more difficult when I'm sitting inbetween a gaggle of tipsy tourists talking about how "magical" it was to visit ground zero (editor's note: I truly did once hear a tourist refer to ground zero as magical...someone should have clued her in that Chris Angel had nothing to do with making the WTC disappear).
Besides we all know that Prince Charming would turn out to be married, a serial killer, or NYC's first carrier of a new strain of syphilis. Either way unless the cab is taking you to the free clinic or divorce court, your ride with Prince Charming is not going far.
We all know that Prop 8 recently passed to protect "the sancity of marriage" (don't get me started on this one). Well I propose NY Prop 1 to protect the sancity of my cab ride. One man (or lady) one cabbie.
My predilection for starting huge political and/or philosophical rows while a tad worse for wear at 2am in a cab would be severely hammpered - or I'd end up knifed. I think we should seek to enjoin such madness.
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