walking (on crutches with a boot on my badly sprained ankle) up my block to catch a cab to the grocery store, i stop halfway to rest. i hear sirens. i get to the end of my block, cross the avenue to see two fire trucks blocking the southbound (direction i want to go in a cab) side of the road. i see cabs are turning around, not passing. i walk down a block where the traffic is one way going the direction i want to go. i can feel my foot swelling. a few light cycles pass. all the cabs are full, strange for a sunny beautiful perfect spring day. i cross the avenue again hoping to catch a cab going northbound. i stand for what seems like a century on the corner of 81st and york. tons of cabs pass, all full. there’s no way i can walk all the way to 3rd avenue. i wait. and wait. and wait. finally, i flag one down. from behind me a woman comes rushing. “i was hoping you would get one soon,” she says sympathetically. “let me get the door for you.” amazing. i thank her. she makes sure i am securely inside, shuts the door, and tells me to feel better soon.