March 4, 2012 scottcjones 2Comments

Before I’d even pulled the car door shut, the driver had already peeled away from the curb. One more thing about car service drivers in New York: they can never simply drive you to your destination like a normal person. Instead, they insist on driving as if I’ve just gotten into the backseat wearing a nylon stocking over my head and carrying a burlap sack with a dollar sign printed on the side while saying the words, “Go, go, go!” (more…)