"Taxi!"

I was recently in New York City for a girls weekend and was subjected to one of the most exhilarating cab rides ever! It was a combination of NASCAR meets Grand Theft Auto. (good times!) I arrived in one piece and headed straight for the hotel bar to share my harrowing experience with the bartender (my new best friend for the weekend)  He just smiled and nodded. (I know, I know I scream Midwest, whatever!) There are four types of Taxi rides I've been exposed to over and over again no matter what city I'm in.
1) "Do you smell something?"  I hop in a cab and I'm taken aback by the funky smell that couldn't be covered up with a hundred vanilla scented tree air fresheners. (seriously, did you just cook some cabbage in the backseat?, wtf?!?)  "Can you roll down the window, sir?"  "No ma'am, it doesn't work" (of course not, fantastic!!)
2) "The 'ol bait and switch."  Before hopping in a cab, I always ask, "do you take credit cards?" "Yes, get in!"  Sixty-five dollars later, I hand him my credit card and he says, "no credit cards, cash only."  (do you have A.D.D?!?) "You said that you take credit cards" and I hand him my credit card through the bullet proof window.  (which now I'm glad for because I think it's there to protect me from his evil glare) "No, you pay cash." "No, I don't have that much with me."  "ATM over there." (seriously?!)  I just sit there and hand him my credit card again, "it's either this or nothing, what's it going to be?" He immediately whips out his card swiper. (oh, big surprise! I may look all doe-eyed but don't mess with my Midwestern ass!)
3) "Where the hell am I?"  I hop in the cab in NYC and tell the driver to take me to "46th and Madison, please."  "No speak English" (um, ok, maybe if I speak louder and slower).
"46THH AND MADDIISONN, PLLEEAASE!"  "No speak English!" (ok, you've got me, where's my Rosetta Stone when I need it?)  "Do you speak Russian?" "Ya, Ya"  "Well, I don't, (we're making progress here) I need vodka" and I hand him the hotel address.  He smiles, "ya, vodka at the Roosevelt"  "Ya, Ya, that's where I need to go!"  (I should work at the U.N)
4) "I'm melting..."  I hop in a cab in Las Vegas last August (no, really it's a dry heat) and I try to roll up my window. (damn child safety locks)  "Sir, can you roll up my window please?"  "Sure."  I'm sitting there for a few minutes when my thighs start sweating and adhering themselves to the black pleather seats. (attractive)   "Could you turn up the air conditioning please?"  "It doesn't work."  (and at what point were you going to let me in on that little tidbit, before or after my stroke?) "Could you roll down the windows please?"

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