It was evening rush hour and she was crossing Michigan Avenue between the Tribune Tower and the Wrigley Building. If you’re not from Chicago, that is about the craziest place to be during rush hour – the crush and rush of people, both on foot and in cars, to and from every direction, with no patience for laggards.
Well apparently, she was judged to be a laggard by one particular individual. As she was crossing the street – legally, mind you, and with a “Walk” sign staring her in the face – an impatient cab driver began to flip her off and yell obscenities right at her, urging her in no uncertain terms to get out of his way.
Here is where the realities of rush hour travel came into play. At that place and time, the pedestrians were moving at least as quickly as the automobiles. As my friend walked along, she realized several things: 1) That she was keeping up with the cab; 2) That the cab’s passenger window was open; 3) That she had a large glass of soda in her hand; and 4) That she was still pretty pissed off at that abusive cab driver.
Oh yes she did! She sidled up to the cab, reached her hand through the window, and poured her drink right onto the passenger seat! She told me that she even moved the cup up and down and side to side to get maximum coverage of the seat. The cabbie, as you might imagine, let loose with a barrage of loud expletives – but it was nothing my friend hadn’t heard a few moments earlier. The cabbie was a captive in his vehicle, and my friend walked away.
Now, for you impressionable children who might be reading this, we certainly cannot condone what my friend did. It was vandalism of another person’s property, and what’s more, two wrongs don’t make a right!
Yeah, right. I still laughed my ass off and congratulated her!