Cab Lines

Good to see that Alan Feuer of the New York Times is still turning Missed Connections into poetry by inserting linebreaks and stanzas into real MC posts from craigslist New York. His latest batch in the New York Times involves magic moments in taxis. As Woody Allen once put it: "You're so attractive I can hardly keep my eyes off the meter…" Here's one of Mr Feuer's epics:

Late night Delta flight
We were both on a delayed Delta flight
from Atlanta to LGA on Monday night.
You were in first class, I was in coach
(of all the times to not get an upgrade)!
We were getting off the plane
at the same time
and each tried to let the other go first.
We exchanged smiles
and you went first ...
but then all bets were off. Like a true New Yorker,
you immediately started power walking
through the airport
to be first in the cab line.
As you nearly toppled over some lesser,
southern-dwelling mortals,
I kept up — in equal parts
to admire your feisty-ness
and to not wait in line myself at 12:30 AM.
You were making great time
but were undone by that
most common of airport traps — stairs.
Your suitcase handle wouldn’t go down,
and it gave me time to catch up.
This was a race I didn’t want to win.
I made it to the taxi stand
slightly ahead of you, hoping
we could exchange victory pointers
while in line. One problem —
there was no line,
and we went our separate ways. Since you were briefly
still standing there,
the cab driver asked me
if we were together.
I told him no, but that
if he knew you he should definitely
give me a heads up.
He told me back,
"I always get the crazy ones"
and muttered at me in another language. You were wearing a gray shirt and jeans,
have a beautiful smile
and excellent foot speed.
I am extremely efficient
at retracting suitcase handles.
I sense potential. If you see this,
perhaps
we could get together again,
sans luggage?
I’ll race you there.