I once avoided cabs at all cost.
I live downtown, so I walk just about anywhere I can. After that, I’ll cave and take the 1 or the Orange Line only when time is a factor or when it’s really cold. Until, perhaps, just this last spring, my last resort was a taxi. Sometimes you have to get to the airport early in the morning or there are enough people to justify the expense. Otherwise: no thank you.
In the last six months, my attitude has changed a little. It wasn’t the expense alone that drove me crazy, it was trying to find a cab. My options in the South End were call ahead and hope; wait on Mass Ave and hope; or walk up to the Pru where I was practically at the T anyway.
I have technology to thank for the attitude adjustment. Continue reading