Silent Survey’s, Yellow Cabbie’s & Body Language
Since I became more self-aware with how strong and insightful I can be, I was quick to understand Body Language. Body Language is fascinating, alluring, a game changer and always subconsciously revealing of us exactly for who we are and subsequently, what were thinking. Not to long ago I saw a reflection one day while walking the streets of New York, and realized Body Language is within every culture, every correspondence between living things; or at least if one has a pulse operating the machine. This is how I started noticing how Body Language manifested itself into machinery, more specifically the cars we know as New York City Taxis.
New York, New York — being the landmark it is, what do we really think of when we think of the city that never sleeps? The Big Apple, The Statue of Liberty,
people, trash, busy-bodies, rushing, noise, unexplained serendipities and of course NYC’s own yellow Cabbie. Now, being a New York Native those references are not more or less remembrances of any tourists that come here. I can guarantee, those not from the city of Manhattan can and will recognize us New Yorkers by our attitude, apt for speed. Those watching from afar on television or the movies can New York City immediately with one symbol; yellow cabbie.
I always found the yellow cabbies quite fascinating. The drivers, the use of horns and their aggressive nature in driving. Was it the passengers impatience and influence of a tip the way they learned to drive so obnoxiously yet effective? Two remarkable curiosities of mine stemmed from the cabbies and the drivers; 1. the chance of picking up the same person twice and 2. The adaptation of boy language into car language.
The first question of mine is what I test through what I call ‘Silent Survey’s;’ a silent survey is a survey with a series of simple questions, and the reciprocating party does not know they are partaking. Over a course of four months, I would take a cab from Crown Heights, Brooklyn to the Upper West Side at-least twice a week for my waitressing job. I asked forty (40) cab drivers if they have ever picked up the same person twice (2x). This of course was based on three exceptions: If they were Native New Yorkers, were driving for six plus years and picked up the same person based on chance not routine routes. Only 2 (two) drivers out of 40 (forty) picked up the same passenger twice. They both had similar stories, the passengers were worth remembering because of a memorable conversation they had during the pick-up/drop-off encounters.
My second fascination with the yellow cabbies and the characters behind the wheels really stems from something which comes first nature to me; Body Language. However, in this piece I refer to is as “Car Communication.” Of course theres references to this in the big picture, such as road rage, drunk driving and so forth. However, the cabs of Manhattan are very much in their own line of work. They are each other’s co-workers. This is how I see it: New York City is their office. Each other yellow cab is their co-worker. So what others hear from the immense, noisy and unstoppable honking — I hear one car say hello to another. One worker saying hello to the other. Its quite interesting if you start to look at things in a different light, such as the way I see car communication amongst yellow cabbies.
So while were flagging them down, on our way or back from ‘the office’ were stepping into their offices, with their co-workers. Let us embrace their day as much as they embrace picking us up!
Were either coming or we just left, but were always on our way.