The One Where I Get Lost In Manhattan . . .
April 7, 2005 | Filed under: Uncategorized
So I was on my way to meet my agent for lunch. I left the quiet of the hotel and stepped into the madness that is Times Square at lunch hour. I hailed a cab (this took timid me a good half an hour, LOL). I told him Madison and 26th and he zipped into traffic at approximately the speed of light, and I nearly kissed the glass partisan between us. Two minutes later we were stuck in grid lock traffic and this is where my cabbie driver’s true talent came out.
He could swear in three different languages.
After twenty minutes, I realized I might miss my appointment so I knocked politely on the glass. He ignored me. I tried again. “Um, sir, hello? Are we close?”
He shot me a glare. “Traffic.”
Gee, really? “I’m asking if we’re close enough that I could just walk.”
He said, “you. Walk.” And whipped to the side of the street. Now keep in mind, I have NO idea where I am. Before I could mention that, he was gone. GONE. Sigh. So I had to whip out my cell phone and call my agent’s assistant and admit that I, the stupid writer, was lost in Manhattan somewhere on my way to their office.
Motto. Don’t talk to the cab drivers . . .
Posted by Jill @ 6:52 pm | Make a Comment
Judy says:
I hope you made it to your meeting. My two times in a cab in NY were scary times. The one time we were barrelling down the street and I leaned forward to see how fast we were going. My friend who lived in Conn said the look on my face was priceless.
Posted on April 7th, 2005 at 7:05 pmDonna M says:
California may not be perfect but I bet it is a whole lot better than NYC. Hope you made your lunch date & that you didn’t have to walk very far. I knew you would have an adventure. Enjoy!
Posted on April 7th, 2005 at 8:12 pmAmy K. says:
Yikes! So, um, how far did you have to hoof it?
Posted on April 7th, 2005 at 8:29 pmJill says:
Judy, so you knew how I felt face smashed up to that glass, LOL.
Donna, I do miss home!
Amy, LOL, not too bad. Only about ten minutes but that was because I turned left instead of right . . . I’m telling you I could lost out of a paper bag.
Posted on April 8th, 2005 at 4:20 amSuzanne says:
LOL on the cabbie story. They are crazy! Love the NYC pics! More, please!
Posted on April 8th, 2005 at 4:37 amSilma says:
Ohmigosh! I can imagine the horrid situation you were in. And it’s not like you could stop someone on the street and ask them where you were. :crazy:
Posted on April 8th, 2005 at 5:08 amkacey says:
LOL, this is turning into quite a trip for you!
Posted on April 8th, 2005 at 6:37 amMel says:
OK, this is too strange. I was telling the bf about you asking if the cabbies were insane? He said "No, they are all foreigners." Moral: They can’t speak english.
Posted on April 8th, 2005 at 8:33 amDanni says:
I hope you took note of those swear words. They might come in handy later, you know, when you’re home and writing.
Thanks for all the updates and pics! It’s nice to live vacariously through someone other than my 4 year old. :crazy:
Posted on April 8th, 2005 at 9:10 amSasha says:
Whoo Hooo! Swearing in more than one language is a talent? I’m talented!! :laugh:
Posted on April 8th, 2005 at 11:41 amKate Hardy says:
Makes me v glad that when I take a cab it’s either in my home town (so I could probably tell the cabbie a short cut) or in London (where the cabbies are chatty and kind!). Hope you had a good lunch with your agent and that the rest of your time in NY is more fun and less stress! (Those pics are dead scary to a Brit who lives in the country – I didn’t realise NY was so BIG…)
Posted on April 8th, 2005 at 12:36 pmMichelle says:
Too funny! Cab drivers have nine lives, I’m convinced!
Posted on April 9th, 2005 at 6:20 pm