Never before have we felt such a strong need to do some original reporting with today's fresh off the frier MTA strike. It's just like when Time Inc. slashed 105 people from its staff ??? we tried the method approach and took the day off, too. So earlier this morning, for the sole benefit of Jossip readers, we hopped in a taxi and traveled across town just to see what the experience would be like.
We started off on 9th Avenue at 8 o'clock this morning, waving at cabs with their medallions lit up and wondering why the hell they weren't stopping to pick us up. Sure, we received the AP alert in the wee hours of the A.M. that the TWU called a strike, but it's not like we bothered to read Mayor Bloomberg's contingency plan to figure out just how this clusterfuck of a contrived system was supposed to work.
As we watched five, six, seventeen cabs go by us with their lights lit up and their seats stuffed with passengers, we finally understood how this worked: free for all. There is no "system." No "plan." If a cabbie happens to agree you're showing the right amount of leg, he's going to stop and offer you a ride ??? with a $10 starting price (hopefully you're not leaving a "zone" .. What is this, Washington D.C.?).
It took us about 12 minutes to finally hail a taxi with an empty seat. We shared the ride with two female strangers, neither of whom spoke. Or smelled. We couldn't have been more delighted.
But the best part of this whole ordeal? Not having to watch the meter, since you know no matter how many MPHs the cabbie clocks on a partially barricaded side street, you're still paying the same flat fare. And not tipping.
Needless to say, we arrived home as scathed as we would on any other day.