I hopped into the back of a taxi recently and immediately knew something was amiss. The seat felt suspiciously like leather. My lumbar was supported. There was carpet under my feet. I asked the driver what was wrong with his cab. “It’s a Lexus,” he said, “one of only six in the city. Enjoy.”
I couldn’t believe it, but when I got home I looked it up and sure enough, here’s an NYT article: For Elite Club of Cabbies, Only a Lexus Will Suffice.
Makes me all the more sad that everything is getting replaced with that Nissan van.