Reality Call

The towncar pulled up across the street. I put myself into the backset.

"What is your car number?" I asked.

"25"

I took out my wallet and called the dispatcher from my Blackberry.

"Hellohello. New Bell."

"I'm in car 25 going to JFK. I'd like to pay with my credit card."

"You travel too much." Then he laughed. "You travel too much papi."

"It's all for work," I replied.

"It's a living, papi. It's a living."