Nothing seemed too bad until we got over the bridge into Manhattan and stopped at the first light. It turns green, no movement. A few honks and we're off, but now I'm suspicious. So I slide over to watch in the rear view and at the next light (which was past our turn as he missed it, Lexington Ave., not like he missed a side street, he missed the whole avenue). As soon as we stop, he nods off, classic eyes shut slowly and chin drifts to chest; he's out. Light turns green, nothing. No one was behind us so I took out my phone, flipped it open, then snapped it loudly shut. He pops up and keeps going looking confused at where he was and I helped steer him back on course. The next light he nodded off again (SNAP goes the phone) and he tried to turn down a one way street. I hollered at him not to as a cop gave us the "Bleep Bleep." Luckily, he turned back, missed the cop car, and I got to my block.
I got out, got my stuff, paid the man, he said "thank you," I said "thank you," he said "I said thank you," as if I hadn't heard or asked what he had said. He got away without giving the receipt, which I needed as the cab was generously on RocketBoom. As I walked to the door it all clicked, the breaking was him asleep on the highway being startled by the sound of passing cars. How many cabbies are out there putting in insane hours all through the night just to keep the city going? They are like the blood cells of the city running around feeding the beast, no time to sleep.
-Idaho Bob-
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