"Same old story" by Philip M., New York So a while ago, maybe two years, I worked late and jumped in a cab from the office on 33rd Street. I live on 158th Street & Riverside Drive. Indian Cabbie picks me up and complains to me continously about how far away the stop is... wasting his time... etc. Then he goes into his life story. He's here making money to bring his family over. He's staying with his brother and it's driving him crazy. etc. Last week, I was across town on East Side. It was late and I picked up a cab to go uptown. Same guy. Same cab even. I remembered the weird stickers on the backseat. Same story exactly.