| I Could Tell From His Grin | GO TO PAGE 2 OF 2 | BACK TO DATE PAGE | ||||||||||||||||
| Let me set the stage. I've just left the Office for the day and I'm on my way to the stop for Bus 33. I jumped back onto the sidewalk when I almost stepped in front of a taxi--as you know, pedestrians have zero rights around here. I watched the cabby pull ahead to this corner: | ||||||||||||||||||
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| It should've been a no-brainer--this is the continuation of a one-way off-ramp with traffic from left to right. | ||||||||||||||||||
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| But, when I'd walked across to that corner and glanced back at the cabby... I could tell from his grin... |
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