The New Yorker

“I don’t care if it’s six blocks. I want you to drive me there. Don’t worry about it. I’ll pay you. Just go.”

In New York it was illegal for a cab to kick you out of the car once you’ve sat down, but the rules seemed to make less sense in Boston.

“Get out. I don’t want to take you. I just don’t.” The cab driver left the vehicle, circled around, and opened her door.

“What’s your cab number? I’m reporting you.”

“Get out.”

This is why she hated small towns. Everything was inconvenient and worst, hopelessly dull. Earlier in the evening she’d gone out to a rum bar in the Intercontinental with a group of friends from college, three of which were still in love with her. Married now, but still in love with her. They caught up on one another’s lives. It was always nice to stack up her life against others’ and come out on top. She left feeling content, but not particularly interested.

They parted and she walked along Atlantic Ave. in search of a cab. Why cabs came in any other color than yellow was beyond her. Walking around Boston came with endless frustrations. People walked around with no purpose in this place. You could call them “pensive” if you wanted to be nice, but she didn’t. What a waste of time.

Growing up, her goal in life was to be fascinating. It took her some time to narrow down exactly what characteristic it was that made people worthwhile and this was it. To fascinate others was to be worthwhile. This effort consumed her. The interests section of her resume read, “living a dynamic lifestyle.” She had scotch whiskey delivered by courier as thank you gifts. Boring cities like London became unrecognizable in their brilliance when she was in town. And now being in the presence of such incomprehensible behavior with a stranger driving a cab brought all her carefully crafted confidence down to zero.

She slammed the door and snapped a picture of his license plate. Time to start over. At least he hadn’t called her “boring.” At just 2:00am the night could still be salvaged if the city would cooperate. She would ensure that it did.

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