After a 3 hour delay yesterday and having to sit in the Nashville airport listening to CNN’s never-ending coverage of the Virginia Tech massacre, we finally got home.
One quick note about the horror in Virginia – having 2 kids away at college, I was literally sick over it. But after listening to the coverage for 4 straight hours, I wanted to take a gun myself and shoot the TV sets. Do news anchors have to take classes to learn how to ask dumb ass questions before they’re allowed to be on the air?? “How many bullets were fired?” Yeah, I’m sure everyone involved was sitting there counting so they could give you an accurate description & tell you exactly how many gun shots they heard.
Glad I got that off my chest. Moving on to the fun we had at the airport, we weren’t able to arrange for a car ahead of time since we had no idea when we would be taking off or landing. The second we were on the ground in NY, we called. Nothing was available. No car services at all. Okay, fine, we’ll just take one of those good old NYC taxi cabs. Ya’ll know ‘em. They’re lined up outside the airport and 99% of the drivers can barely speak English.
Now I do understand that they are not crazy about driving off to the outer boroughs. They only like going into Manhattan where they’re pretty certain to get another fare right away. We do tip well to make up for it. But if you’re a freaking taxi driver in NYC, shouldn’t you at least know the major highways?? Not only did this guy have no idea what the Grand Central Parkway was, he seemed to be barely familiar with the Long Island Expressway. Frank had to guide him the entire way. Then he had to give him directions back to the airport or to wherever it was he needed to go next. If anyone sees a lost yellow cab wandering around, that’s probably our taxi driver.
