I passed the taxi exam. I passed the taxi exam. I passed the taxi exam. I walked home from La Guardia Community College repeating my results (96%!) in my head, nodding at every yellow cab that passed me by and sending each driver a silent salute.
I’m a licensed New York City hack. Typing the words doesn’t make it seem any more real.
In any case, things are about to get (more?) interesting. I definitely plan on taking a cue from supercabbie Iris Javed and giving out candy to cool passengers.
I still have to wait for my license to come in the mail and find a garage that will hire me, but I’ve already started thinking about where I’ll stop for snacks during my first shift. Right next to the taxi stand on the corner of 28th and Lex is Kalustyan’s, where they serve an otherworldly $5 sandwich with Mujadarra and tahini at their second floor deli.
Then there’s Thiru Kumar, who stone grinds the lentils in his $6 masala dosa (and serves it with smoking coconut chutney and sambar) at his cart on Washington Square Park South and Sullivan St. And I probably won’t be able to drive by El Aguila in Harlem (137 E. 116th St) without picking up a $2 tamal oaxaqueño…
Starting in January, adventures from the front seat (and a new understanding from the back seat).