十年前,我从得克萨斯州的乡村来到纽约开出租车谋生。开的士会碰到形形色色的人,有的人幽默诙谐,有的人失意忧郁,还有的人自命不凡。但让我印象最深的莫过于一个老太太。那是5月份第2个星期日的深夜,我接到城郊的一个要车的电话。我想,也许是一些参加完晚会的人,或是某个刚赶到这个城市过母亲节的人。我到达目的地时是3点30分。一幢破败的公寓楼黑黢黢地立在我的眼前,只有一楼有一个房间透出一点灯光。这种情况下,大多数司机顶多会按一两声喇叭,稍等片刻,然 Ten years ago, I came to New York from a Texas village to make a taxi to make a living. Opened taxis will meet all kinds of people, some people humorous, some people depressed depression, others pretentious. But what impresses me most is an old lady. It was midnight on the second Sunday in May, and I got a phone call from a suburb in town. I think, maybe some people who attended the party, or someone who just arrived in this city for Mother’s Day. When I arrived at my destination, it was 3:30. A dilapidated apartment building stands in front of me, only a light on the first floor of a room. In this case, most drivers will press one or two speakers at most, wait a moment, of course