Last night I sat on the train next to a guy studying the pages of what must be the “textbook” for a taxi driving school. It was a bound book of pages and pages of hotel, hospital, and museum addresses and mnemonics for figuring out where a particular street address falls between avenues.
Here I am, thinking I’m such a genius with the “traffic travels east on the even-numbered streets and west on the odd-numbered streets in Manhattan” rule (with seven exceptions, I think). And I’m all impressed with myself when I inform my father that Penn Station and Grand Central are not, in fact, directly across the island from one another. Haughty amateur!
I scored 66% on this Hack License NYC Taxi Test, and only because most of the questions concerned the geography of city parks.
This is what I’ve been listening to at my desk and not in my cab this week:
Circus by Britney Spears
Circus by Britney Spears
Circus by Britney Spears
O Little Town of Bethlehem by Sarah McLachlan
Oh, Holy Night by Tracy Chapman
December 18, 2008 at 3:19 AM
Speaking of cabs, I had the BEST cab ride ever last week and have been meaning to tell you ever since. (I figure if we can hate on the bad ones together, then we should appreciate those rare good ones, too.) Anyway, this driver knew exactly where my destination was, took the fastest way to get there, and didn’t say A WORD to me the entire time (not even a mumble!). It was peaceful.
December 18, 2008 at 10:10 AM
I have been going in and out of the city for a billion years and still have no idea what street Madison Square Garden is on.. :)
PS.. Circus is a GREAT CD.. (but dont tell anyone I said that k?) :)