I accomplished my errands after I canceled my Access-a-Ride trips. The shitty car service was more than 30 minutes late, and I knew I could not make my appointment, so I canceled it, then canceled AAR. I stood in the street on 82nd Street, praing a taxi would come by. A young man stepped out of 206 West 82nd Street, and I asked him if he would mind, when he got to Broadway, hailing a cab for me.