“31st and 7th Ave–the New Jersey transit Penn Station entrance please–and you can go around the block to get there. I’m pregnant and dont want to walk from 6th Ave,” I requested.
“Okay, no problem,” He replied in a whisper as if he had laryngitis.
Then I noticed an unexpected sound. Mr. Ponytail was staring at something in the passenger seat where I heard a muffled female voice. It wasn’t the radio. My first thought was he kidnapped a girl and baby wilson and I were next! Then I realized the voice probably didn’t have a sock in its mouth with duct tape covered over it because she was now clearly speaking another language. It sounded cutesy, almost like a character in a Japanese porn (not something I watch, of course!
“Is that Japanese?” I asked?
“No. Korean,” he responded hoarsely. He kept looking to his right at stop lights and even intermittently while driving, but never offered to say what he was doing.
The female voice kept going. What the hell was going on?!I had to take a peek.
I leaned over the plastic divider in between myself and the driver and looked to the right. A laptop! This guy was streaming a Korean soap opera on his computer while driving!
I thought I had seen it all in cabs: a driver in a stolen taxi; driver with a dog in lap; driver showing me an art portfolio of comic drawings; and even a driver playing the trumpet while driving! But watching TV on a laptop? That was a new low in the category of “bored taxi drivers who just don’t give a $hit”! I was in so much shock I couldn’t even complain. I spent the last minutes of my 10-min ride trying to find the right moment to take a video clip, during which tragic music played at the end of what must have been a dramatic seen.
At least the tragic music wasn’t being played for me–I made it to Penn Station in one piece, but I couldn’t help wondering…what will happen to that poor girl on the show? And what about her baby? Will she survive?