Thank you Mr. Cabdriver. Thank you, for keeping all four of the windows in your cab closed for your entire shift, creating your very own sauna of odors. Thank you for breathing inside of this small enclosed area for hours and having such bad breath that when I enter your cab, all I can smell is human breath. The kind that makes your lungs feel how they aren’t supposed to. The kind of smell that can only be described as human breath smell. The smell of a humans breath that hasn’t brushed their teeth in quite some time. It’s not cold out. You just enjoy staying enclosed in your own world and breathing in only carbon dioxide that you yourself have created. I get it. Thank you more so however for your extremely erratic driving style. Don’t be in a good mood. Don’t be lawful while driving me. I’m only paying you to get me from A to B, not to ensure I get there alive. Thank you for only knowing two speeds: really fast, and stopped. I don’t get car sick at all, so when you punch the gas and then hit the break repeatedly it doesn’t make me feel sick. At all. So just don’t worry about it. I don’t blame you for getting upset at all the other cab drivers. You have rivalries. Anyone can understand that. Sometimes you have to pull your cab sideways on 14th st. to block a rival cab driver and get out of your cab and threaten him with violence. I’m sorry I asked you what the fuck you were doing. I don’t blame you for turning around and yelling at me that “that guy called you asshole!”. You can’t be blamed for these things. I also don’t blame you for pulling up next to a cab driver at a red light that you do not have a rivalry with and are in fact friends with and talking to him. Hell a green light only means go if you are concerned with laws and other drivers. No. By all means cab driver, do what you must. I know I will get there. I know it.