Week 7

While in Los Angeles for the weekend I visited my favorite place for Boba, or as you East Coasters refer to it, Bubble Tea. This tapioca starch is enjoyed usually in a tea. I prefer green tea with milk. Though many cannot imagine ingesting a slimy dark mush ball I find it such a treat. It is also such a moist texture. One must use a large straw, picture above, to enjoy the Taiwanese treat.

Dear Yellow Cab Driver,

Though it tends to be harder than curing world hunger sometimes, you agree to take us.

So every time the New Yorker rides in your cab the cheesy cartoon appears, informing us passengers that you, our driver should not be on the phone. However, I can’t remember the last ride where the driver wasn’t either falling asleep, catching up with friends in the old country, or reading the newspaper.

I apologize in advanced as I tend to get very heated on this subject.

We are constantly warned to not text and drive so why should I pay you too? You are not only endangering me but the many pedestrians that throw their hands up in disbelief. This isn’t time to call home and rant in foreign languages. I am not interested in hearing you dialect as you take me on the longest route to my preferred destination. Yes, one way streets exist however heading the right direction does not require going all the way to the West Side high way when I am on Third avenue. Don’t scream at me when I question your choice in route, I am entitled to ask.

For such reasons I rarely ride a cab, however when my mom is in town I find myself in such stuffy modes of transportation. You have no reason to scream at my mom for sliding the credit card below the screen. How should a tourist know that, you swipe your card on a separate machine poorly labeled? Would you appreciate if someone screamed at your mom for such a petty mistake? And please help her with her luggage.

Thanks,

Unlimited MetroCard Holder