Cabs

Some of the most intense interactions I've ever had were related to cabs.

This morning, a woman thought I was going to steal "her" cab. Her face transformed before me and clearly presented the point she wanted to get across: oh, no you don't! This woman was wearing a fur coat and had hair like my mom.

Like I would ever steal a cab from my mom?

This happens to me frequently because I have a serious cab addiction. Riding in cars soothes me and makes me feel calm. It makes sense to me that I tend to take a cab to work, because the potential for "awful" is high at my job and causes me anxiety sometimes.

One of my favorite things in the world: watching the face of someone who assumed I would steal their cab as I kindly direct the cab driver toward the person (usually a woman) who was waiting before me. As the cab nears, they always start running/walking quickly towards the cab they feel is theirs. Their disgruntled little pouts increases to a furious grimace. And then, I wave the cab over to...them.

Most people feel pretty stupid, I believe. They maintain their fury as they get in the cab, throwing me a look that reads: "yeah, that's right, b*tch". I think its their way of coping with embarrassment. I bet they are pretty difficult to deal with in an argument with loved ones.