I slept great thanks to the fact that I was so tired after all the walking yesterday. There was no sign of Locker Room Lady as I checked out. I wondered if I would dare catch the subway or catch a cab downtown. I had been in NYC and hadn’t yet caught an iconic yellow cab, so now was the time. Instead, a black luxury Chrysler pulls up and the driver rolls down the window. He says something in Spanish, which I don’t understand. “Que? Me no habla Espanol!” “You don’ speek English? Oh sorry man, where you going, I’ll take you” Instead, I got a hire car, which has the same function as a cab, but it’s a flat fee wherever you go. I couldn’t tell if he was legit or not but he
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