because I'm a nitpicky bastard

[brandywine28]

Just for future reference, in case anyone was thinking of writing something set in New York:

1. Cabdrivers are not chauffeurs. They will not get out of the vehicle to open the door for you. Not even if you're Nick Carter.

2. If you hand your cabdriver a crumpled ball of twenties and tell him to run into Starbucks and buy you a latte, you're likely to get punched. Even if you're Nick Carter.

That is all.

Comments

[zebraljb.livejournal.com]

bwahahahahahaha...SO funny

I want to put that in a story now, just because it's so unreal.

I think the better story would be for Nick to get in the Cash Cab, and be totally clueless, and call people like Kevin and Brian to help him.

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's real, alright! That is to say, someone actually wrote it. I feel bad criticizing what was otherwise such a cute story, but...no. Just no.

The world needs a BSB Cash Cab story! Maybe with the added twist of Nick being a surprise savant who answers every question correctly, while the other guys just stare in awe?

[zebraljb.livejournal.com]

Ooh yes yes yes! As a Jeopardy geek, I'd love it! YOU should write that one. :)

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

It's a good idea...but where would I shoehorn in all the sex? :)

[mickeym.livejournal.com]

Likewise, no matter who you are or which boyband you are/were in, if you have a house in Florida? IT DOES NOT HAVE A BASEMENT. If it had a basement, it'd be called "indoor, lower-level swimming pool".

I can't tell you how much that bugs me. Florida, technically, sits *below* sea level. They don't build basements there. Period.

Also, hi! I owe you email :)