Mr. Cab Driver

Hiking down after a marathon five-hour photography session in the hills of Tai Po, I was beat.

I crossed the main road to wait for a taxi. While I waited, a middle-aged man and his elderly mother joined me in the queue.

When a cab appeared, I raised my hand to flag it down. So did the other guy.

The taxi driver disregarded the rules of the queue, ignored me, pulled up short and opened the door for the other people, who got in.

I don't know what chapped me off more, the discrimination or being snaked: "What am I, !@%$#%@ invisible?" I yelled as they drove off.

Mr. Cab Driver won't you stop to let me in
Mr. Cab Driver don't you like my kind of skin
Mr. Cab Driver you're never gonna win

To add insult to injury, a second cab driver gave me the cold-shoulder just two minutes later.

Mr. Cab Driver won't stop to pick me up
Mr. Cab Driver I might need some help
Mr. Cab Driver only thinks about himself

~Lenny Kravitz

Now I know how the brothers in New York feel.

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