NY <3s Neelofer: Taxi Edition
Though Brooklyn’s changed quite drastically in the last few years, getting a cab can still be a hassle. That is, if you tell the cabbies where you’re going. My trick? Get in then talk. They can’t kick you out.
But my cynicism was laid to rest Friday night, when an off-duty cabbie picked me up on Fifth Avenue and Park Place at 2 a.m.
Jamal Mohammad rolls down his window, “Where are you going?”
Me, wincing, “Washington Avenue. Just a few blocks east of here.”
Jamal: “Oh, near St. Marks?”
Me: “Um, no, St. Johns but that’s just a few blocks from there” as I open the door to the cab.
Jamal: “Yeah, go ahead get in. I think I’ve driven you before.”
For that Jamal, I give you a 40 percent tip and a great thanks for preventing me from being entirely cynical.






Aw, Jamal. What a stand-up bloke!
Lee Transue
Thursday, 7 May 2009 at 11:33 AM