METROPOLITAN DIARY
Quick Stop
Dear Diary:
I was taking a cab from Midtown to the airport, heading home to San Francisco after a weekslong trip to the city for work.
At some point, the cabby pulled over suddenly, parked the car and, without saying a word, got out.
He returned a few minutes later with an ice cream cone for each of us.
— Nancy McKeen Jacoby
Wrong Direction
Dear Diary:
We were in New York visiting our daughter and son-in-law.
“Where to?” the doorman asked as we left our hotel.
Upper West Side, we said. Riverside Drive in the 90s.
The next cab that came by had its off-duty light on. The doorman asked the driver if he wanted one last fare.
The driver said, no, we were going the wrong direction.
My husband stepped forward and thanked him for considering the request.
The cab began to pull away, then it backed up. The window rolled down.
“I’ll take them,” the driver said to the doorman.
We got in.
“I’ve never been thanked for not taking a fare before,” he said.
— Dixie Myers
https://www.nytimes.com/2022/10/16/nyregion/metropolitan-diary.html