After a pleasant late Saturday night at work, I walked out of my office at 3am and heard the distinctive tires squealing sound from every car chase scene in a movie. Suddenly from around the corner a black Lexus with half of its bumper hanging off fishtails onto Lexington Avenue, gets situated and fishtails again onto 58th, making a run for the Queensboro Bridge. Out of nowhere yellow cabs give chase in every direction. Obviously this guy is attempting to run from the scene of an accident with a cab. The vigilante cabs came from every direction, even driving the wrong way on a one-way street to catch this asshole. I got into my car and the driver said, “They’re like cockroaches, the cab drivers. Don’t fuck with them.” Truer words have never been spoken.