Four People in a Taxicab
And one woman gets out near Columbus Avenue. The driver expects the minimum $10 (for one zone), plus $5 for entry into a second zone.
The woman, seemingly under the impression the driver is trying to swindle her, cuts him off with a "Listen, buddy, I know $10 is the max." Bumping up against my notion of the driver's gas bill (why, I have no idea, maybe because I find her belligerence so unecessary), I start to tell the woman that No, when you change zones, it costs another $5.
Forget that.
After she gets out, I ask the driver why he didn't demand more from the woman. After all, he has two sheets of printed information explaining everything. He waves it off. "I don't want to argue," he says.
The woman, seemingly under the impression the driver is trying to swindle her, cuts him off with a "Listen, buddy, I know $10 is the max." Bumping up against my notion of the driver's gas bill (why, I have no idea, maybe because I find her belligerence so unecessary), I start to tell the woman that No, when you change zones, it costs another $5.
Forget that.
After she gets out, I ask the driver why he didn't demand more from the woman. After all, he has two sheets of printed information explaining everything. He waves it off. "I don't want to argue," he says.
posted by Elizabeth Manus at 10:48 PM
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