That’s why God made taxies.
Taxi, rrright... My wife and I were almost killed when a taxi driver passed out on the Eisenhower Exway in Chicago, thank God it was late and not much traffic. Drove from midtown to Jfk at night without the cabs lights on, probably because they simply did not work as he totally ignored my banging on my plexiglass prison. My wife was dumped in the street near Lincoln center when the driver changed his mind about where to let us off. Closer to home here taxi drivers are more likely to be more stoned out of their minds than the fares they pick up at the bars, but they are never pulled over for some reason? Thanks but I will walk.