The New York Times Metropolitan Diary and also the newspaper itself regularly report on amazing things that happen to people travelling on every form of transport in the Big Apple. Often these stories are little snapshots of New York City life. Often these gems have to do with taxis.
Like this one by Dan Heyman, posted in the Metropolitan Diary on August 9:
I was driving a Checker cab in summer 1973. At around 2 p.m. on one blazingly hot August afternoon, I was flagged down by a man on one of the side streets south of E. J. Korvette in what was then known as the flower district.
The man opened the rear door, then disappeared. The next thing I knew, he was shoving five-foot-long cardboard boxes of flowers onto the rear seat and floor until the Checker was packed tight. He got in the front passenger seat and in heavily accented English said, “Grand Central.”
By the time we arrived at the terminal, the back of the cab was flooded with the melting ice that the flowers had been packed in. The man unloaded the boxes onto the sidewalk.
“I have no money,” he said. “I pay you flowers.”
I objected, but what was I to do? I accepted two dozen roses and distributed them, one or two at a time, to my next few fares and then to anyone on the street who would accept them as I made my way back to the garage in Queens.”
- The classic Checker Cab and flowers play a large part in this New York City gem.