Taxi Panic Attack

I've come to appreciate cabrides. Poor guy.

postscript in response to Ed's comment: "Cabrides" is not my favorite Castillian cabbie, nor my panic-stricken friend. Cab Rides. Rides in taxis. Can, on some days, be a welcome respite, like the day two weeks ago when Seth, Ken and i had an appointment to find out about getting a SmartBoard for our office, and Seth said, "it's just around the corner." Meaning: two "long" blocks and four "short" blocks away, which is probably more than half a mile. And did i mention that it was POURING rain? We took a cab back to the office. It was $4.