I really thought they weren't supposed to pick up on the street in the boroughs, but I don't know where I got that from!
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I live near a street where a steady stream of cabs go past on their way back to Manhattan, and I hail them all the time.
I live near a street where a steady stream of cabs go past on their way back to Manhattan, and I hail them all the time.
Yeah, I've never had a problem hailing a cab in Brooklyn, especially when I lived on 4th Ave, two blocks down from a taxi garage. I think I only called a car service when I was going to the airport. But I'm sure in the outer outer boroughs, it's easier to just call a service.
Just found out that my brother had another heart attack (mild) on Friday -- he didn't bother telling us until today, after hospitalization and a stent put in. I don't know whether to be appreciative that he didn't put Mom through some anxious hours or just pissed that he didn't tell us....
My dad, whenever he goes in the hospital for heart stuff, routinely doesn't call until the day after, because he "didn't want to worry [me]." Which is a kind impulse, but it's *more* stressful *because* of the retroactiveness of it!
Which is to say, Theo, I'm with you.
Tep, it wasn't here six years ago, I don't think. So you've probably only missed three years of its existence.
Still!!! I'm so deprived! Next time I visit, count on an excursion. Definitely.
Heh -- one of my favorite SF bar memories is the weekend of that crazy debauched Halloween F2F, when we went to Blondie's on Valencia and you kept ordering different martinis based on what the olives in them were stuffed with. (That wasn't on Halloween -- that was one afternoon, when I think we were going to go to the Jazz Fest but ended up drinking all afternoon instead.)
Why do I believe the stories I make up in my head? I mean, seriously.
Well, if you don't believe them, then how are we supposed to? Believe in yourself, so that we can! Or something.
Thanks, Lee!
Cabs in DC were always a weird mystery to me. I tried reading the zone maps sometimes, but it didn't help.
I live near a street where a steady stream of cabs go past on their way back to Manhattan, and I hail them all the time.
I've done this too!
I will never trust Jesse again.
Maybe it was the car services that can't be hailed?
Coming from DC, I'm all "Dude, you've got meters, be thankful!" The crazy "zone" system means that even if you've lived there forever, half the time you don't know what the ride will cost--or what the cabbie will try to SAY it costs....
I've pretty much learned the borders of the zones for the places it matters for me -- the only one that I really need to care about is the Florida Ave. border in Adams Morgan. But I live right near a zone border, so I can go about twenty blocks east on the one zone fare, but more than about three blocks west gets me the two zone fare.
Maybe it was the car services that can't be hailed?
Yep.