Best Story of the Week…TAXI!

A man I do some work for with a bad back, asked if I’d meet his flight at Kennedy, offering to pay generously to help with his bags.

I would have done so anyway, played porter just to be kind, but since he more than has the means I gladly accepted the offer.

It’s 4 a.m., I hail a cab that pulls up to the curb like a bright yellow chariot.

A hardy, African American man behind the wheel says, like in the movies, “Where to lady?”

“Kennedy, will you take me?”  Even though it’s against the law to say no, sometimes they just don’t want to go that far, but he says, “Sure, get in.”

I then ask if he’d please stop so I can get coffee, “for the both of us,” I say, “my treat.”

Mac, the name gleaming off the dash, looks at me curiously, but agrees. I hop out at an all-night bodega on Third, and get us two cups of an inky blend and two buttered hard rolls.

We proceed to the airport arriving in no time, making me an hour early.

He says, “I’ll wait with ya if ya want,” even after I pay him.

Come to find out, Mac lives in Queens not far from Kennedy with his wife Cecily and their two kids, Marvin and Lily, a German Shepherd called Mandela, and a cat named Trix. “Ya know, like the cereal,” he says, “ma kids named her.”

He goes to DeVry University during the day and drives all night so Cecily can be a stay-at-home mom.

“That’s what’s wrong wit families that don’t plan right,” he says, “the kids…they gotta have somebody home or ya know they’ll get in ta some kinda trouble. Theys’ kids.”

Come to find out we’re both readers, To Kill a Mockingbird his favorite book. He doesn’t drink, drug or swear in front of his children.

He sends his mother money, back in Belize.

He then says, “Ya know lady, I’ve been drivin this cab for 11 years, and no one ever bought me a cuppa coffee ba’fore.”

“Really?” I say, kind of surprised. “Well ya know Mac, maybe you’ve just been pickin up the wrong people.”

“Yeah,” he says, smiling, “maybe so,” as we silently finish our coffee, and eat the last of our rolls.

Just one more New York story.   


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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27 Responses to Best Story of the Week…TAXI!

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, it’s hard to believe that in 11 years you are the first thoughtful person to ride in his cab. Once again, you have made someone’s day.
    Back in 1971 my apartment-mates and I wanted to stay and party during the summer months between our junior and senior college years. They became waitresses, but I already knew I stunk at that. I became the first female yellow cab driver in Green Bay. I was only allowed to drive during daylight hours (fine with me). Guys would start to get into my cab, see me, and exclaim in surprise “You’re a ‘woman!” I found out I stunk as a cab driver, too. No GPS back then.

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  2. I’m glad you were able to brighten his day. Everyone deserved to be treated once in a while.

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  3. Then, especially, no such pretty woman ever bought him a cuppa coffee.


  4. I beg to differ with you. It’s not just one more New York story. It’s a miracle of Susannah blessing the city and many who live there.

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  5. A ray of sunshine entered Mac’s cab that night. You are a breath of fresh air for anyone who reads your stories. Your kindness comes right through the computer screen.
    My dad drove a cab after his day job. He wanted his 3 girls to go to catholic school. It paid for it.
    No one ever bought him a cup of java. He did get robbed several times but he never got scared and kept at it until he retired. Ahhhh … those yellow cabs …. so needed.
    Have as sun shiny Thursday ….
    Isadora 😎

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  6. I love that, Susannah. Taxi drivers are great talkers sometimes. I’ve never had many in the States, but sometimes in Korea they’d love to talk a lot. I’ve never bought one coffee before, but if nothing else, you probably made his day and gave him a great story to tell. 🙂


  7. Patricia says:

    I can’t remember the last time I was in a taxi. I ride the bus often and I always thank the driver when I get off. But can’t buy them coffee…no food, drink or talking to the driver permitted on the bus

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    • It’s not as personal on the bus. Can’t say I’ve ever bought a bus driver coffee and they’re not supposed to take anything from riders but their fare apparently. Late at night I’ve slipped one a bottle of water coming from a job. I always think if it were me I’d be happy to be noticed as grumpy as most of them are. Thanks for writing.


  8. I love how you know all about Mac, who will probably be inviting you to Thanksgiving dinner. This story warmed my heart on this Sunday morning.

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