In my mad dash to get to the airport for NYC, the taxi driver popped the trunk so I could haul my luggage (without any assistance) into the trunk...the trunk sprung open like an animal trap and smacked me hard in the eyebrow...I was bleeding all the way to the airport and all the driver could offer was a tissue. Upon arrival in this magnificent cacophony of sheer madness, the taxi driver lifted my luggage himself, opened the door for me and drove me (as if we were in the Indy 500 mind you) to Manhattan. All the taxis have a debit/credit card machine in the back seat and a TV so you can enjoy the news, weather, business, or my favourite, "People.com" or for the geography-minded, you can watch the map and follow your route.
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