The Rearview Mirror Doesn’t Lie
Looking at the way a person sits in the back seat, you can tell a lot about them. Some slowly slide in, headphones on and eyes glued to phones; they usually prefer silence. Others lean forward the moment the door shuts, and already, we are old friends. And then there are the ones who don’t…
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My Office Has No Walls
Where I work, it doesn’t have cubicles or Zoom meets. It has four wheels, a meter and a city that never sits still ever. I’m a taxi driver in New York City, not one of those black cars or shared rides, just a regular yellow cab, the kind that’s been part of the city longer…
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A Night Behind the Wheel in NYC
Everyone thinks that being a taxi driver, if I know all the streets, it helps with everything. Sure, yeah, it does help, but what’s more helpful is knowing people. Trust me, after a decade behind the wheel, you get a front row seat to human nature in all of its raw and most unfiltered forms.…
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Confessions of a New York City Taxi Driver
It’s almost 4:30 am. The city that never sleeps, does in fact sleep, but not for all of us here. My day, or how I begin my work, starts with a strong cup of coffee from the bodega on 8th. That’s where I am writing this from. Streets are quieter, no horns, no chaos, just…
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