Death cabs for cuties?

Jay Fitzgerald wonders if Boston cabs are just collectively a disaster in the making. He reports:

... I was standing on the sidewalk on Harrison Avenue, when I was jolted out of my usual Walter Mitty smoking-break reverie by a loud metallic banging sound coming down Herald Street. The commotion stopped when a cab pulled over to the side. The driver got out, inspected the cab, looked underneath it, and then shrugged his shoulders. A few minutes later, a hotel van came to pick up the stranded passenger in the back seat. ...

Earlier:
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