Unless Kamran has finally found a way to bend the space-time continuum…that’s way too far for NY’ers to travel.

lol,

there’s another drive-in right over the nj/ny border, but we haven’t been to that one either. sometimes it’s just too much effort to breathe. hahah. how have you been? must be juicy hot in the city. take nj transit to the end and i’ll treat you and k to a day at the beach and boardwalk.
:) n

Anyway, that is weird. And I agree cabs don’t count. That is not the same thing as riding in a car.

And so shall it change yours.

a) You can’t make out without someone watching you.
b) They say you can adjust the heat and A/C, but it never works.
c) You have to listen to the driver yelling into his Bluetooth earpiece at his wife in whatever language the entire ride.
d) The radio is always playing something horrible, and the driver’s always yammering smalltalk about his kids to you over it.
e) You have to give someone directions to your apartment in order to get there, and even when you say Graham Avenue a million times, they always take you to Grand Street.
f) You have to pay $2.50 just to sit down.

And so on and so on forever. They are so completely not the same.

I mean, yes, odd that you haven’t been in a non taxi car, odd that neither of you knows how the other drives (dear god, what if he doesn’t signal?), but you can’t say you’ve never been in a car together before, cause it ain’t true.

So there.

Good Lord! Think about it: you don’t even know if Kamran’s a good driver or not! What if he drives like a little old lady? What if he does that thing where, at stoplights, he pumps the brakes? That last one makes me homicidal.