My mother-in-law and I were in one of those Town Cars, being driven into the city for my husband's birthday dinner. As the driver was veering onto an exit for the Grand Central Parkway, the traffic slowed a great deal, perhaps unexpectedly. Within moments, a car slammed into the back of our Town Car. That driver must have been moving pretty fast, because the impact was harsh, startling and caused a great deal of damage to both automobiles.
It was frightening, but we were both okay. So were the drivers of both cars. That was a relief. Next came the exchanging of information on the shoulder of the Grand Central, with dense traffic all around. The men decided they were going to call the police. As we sat there making sure we were both alright, considering our necks and any aches we may have developed, we were also wondering how long we might be waiting for the two drivers to work it all out.
At that moment, a NYC taxicab alighted on the scene (with his "On Duty" light beaming) and somehow saw me through the tinted windows of the Town Car. I waved him down from the backseat. He pulled onto the shoulder in front of us, we hopped in the cab and told our driver we were going. He was glad we were not hurt and said goodbye.
We remarked on how coincidental it was that an empty, on duty taxicab would be driving along the entrance to the Grand Central, looking for passengers on the side of the road at just the moment we needed him.
We attributed the happenstance to a bit of synchronicity.
It was frightening, but we were both okay. So were the drivers of both cars. That was a relief. Next came the exchanging of information on the shoulder of the Grand Central, with dense traffic all around. The men decided they were going to call the police. As we sat there making sure we were both alright, considering our necks and any aches we may have developed, we were also wondering how long we might be waiting for the two drivers to work it all out.
At that moment, a NYC taxicab alighted on the scene (with his "On Duty" light beaming) and somehow saw me through the tinted windows of the Town Car. I waved him down from the backseat. He pulled onto the shoulder in front of us, we hopped in the cab and told our driver we were going. He was glad we were not hurt and said goodbye.
We remarked on how coincidental it was that an empty, on duty taxicab would be driving along the entrance to the Grand Central, looking for passengers on the side of the road at just the moment we needed him.
We attributed the happenstance to a bit of synchronicity.
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