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Editor's Note: Somebodyisfromhere.com has recently dedicated a lot of thought to the idea of creating a narrative for his site. He likes his
individual pieces, but he wanted to find a way to string together a series of articles for those who were new to the site or for those who wanted to
explore a bit more thoroughly. Sure, the search option in the top corner of the front page works. Sure, he also tries to link old stories with
comparable new ones. Atop the first page, he created sections like entertainment, photos, etc. It's all golden. Yet, Somebodyisfromhere.com is
inexhaustible and he wanted more. So he came up with the "In Between Cabs..." section. Somebodyisfromhere.com has been in his share of
cabs. He's been in Mercedes cabs in Europe. He's been in those charming British boxes. He's been in the old yellows. He's been in cabs in
foreign countries where it's fairly standard to have to write down the address or otherwise you'll end up somewhere disastrously far off. More than
anything else, he just has some pretty bleepin' weird cab stores and, most importantly, he recognizes traveling is what happens in between cabs.
How you found himself drinking coffee with a cabbie at 4 a.m.

You were leaving a bachelor in Philly and looking for
your brother who has wandered
off. You gave chase a few blocks before realizing that
your brother has a pair of cross
country runner's legs and would think nothing of walking a couple miles to the train station. You don't want any piece of that.
So
you and a cab embark over the river to Jersey.

Mildly impressed by the spending restraint
you practiced during a night that involved a trip to a steakhouse and 3 other bars,
you calmly lose that sensation as the 30 minute solo cab ride draws to a close.

After asking the driver how much
you're going to owe, you realize you were about $20 short. So you redirect him to the
nearest convenience store.

Inside the local Wawa you take out your ATM card, swipe, and bupkiss. You repeat with the same result.

Over the daily withdraw limit it reads. You look at the driver and say, "Man, I don't know what to tell you." The cabbie just
shakes his head disapprovingly.

So you swipe the card again with quite obviously the same results.

You think about what you can do for the driver including seriously considering handing him over a half used Wawa giftcard
with about eight bucks on it.

You file through your wallet. The Harrah's card, the Fox & the Hound card, the credit card. The CREDIT CARD!  These things
do cash advances right? Well you know they do, cash advances got you through studying abroad. But what's your PIN
number? Is it the same number it was 7 years ago?

It is! Jackpot. You get out $40 and pay the guy.

Feeling so guilty you offer him a drink. He gets a coffee and you think about how weird it would be to buy somebody else a
drink and not yourself one so you also get a coffee. It's 4 A.M. and you have every intention of being in bed in under 10
minutes but here you sip talking to your driver. You thank him tell him you are good from here. You can walk the rest of the
way. He says no that's not necessary and takes you the extra couple of blocks.