Tuesday, January 24, 2012
My godson is in New York City this week, on radio business......yes, he is a big time radio hot shot, but me and his mom and dad are the only ones who can brag about it. He posted a funny post tonight on FB about a taxi ride he took today His post reminded me of a wild and wacky taxi trip Rick and I had in New York City several years ago.
We had flown up for one of my closest friend's wedding. Rick was a groomsman, I was a bridesmaid. It was quite a wedding, the bride and groom were in showbusiness, so were most of their friends. The wedding was much like being in a broadway show. Needless to say, there are many fun and great memories of that week in NYC. The wedding was on Saturday night, we never went to bed.....but, we had an early flight on Sunday morning, so Rick and I, along with some of my friend's family members grabbed a taxi in an extremely hung over state. We sobered up quickly......it seems our driver( middle eastern, broken English) had learned the rules of taxi-world fast. Our first mistake, telling him we needed to make the airport fast.......no, our first mistake was getting into his taxi. So, we are flying down the streets of Manhattan at six am on Sunday morning, suddenly......he hits another taxi....nothing major, a fender bump......but he floors it. The chase is on.....the other taxi driver can barely speak English and now they are yelling foreign obscenities and playing bumper car with their taxies......
We are now sober, all four of us looking at each other, thinking.....we will never see Alabama again. Light at the end of the tunnel.....we are at the airport, never have you seen four people jump out of a taxi so damn fast. Praise be to God, Allah, Buddha and anyone else we can think of......we ran to our plane!
Wow, had not thought of that story in years, thanks Donovan for stirring old memories!
I miss NYC, would love to make a visit there soon, see our friends and make some more memories.
Posted by Jilda at 7:45 PM