The "take care of you, Mr. New York cab driver" campaign

We are back from our whirlwind crazy girls gone wild New York show & shopping extravaganza! It was tiring but so much fun! We got clothes and shoes galore literally shopping until we dropped...or at least until we started to have mental and physical exhaustion breakdowns - we were that serious about our purchases! My feet were so sore I still felt like I was walking when I went to bed!


I must admit I had some high expectations for the trip after the Pope & his posse (by posse I mean the entire NYPD and secret service department!!) drove past our hotel just minutes after our arrival! All the streets around us were blocked off and when he passed they made us go inside. I managed to snap a picture from the window but unfortunately was about 1/2 a second too late. Laura and Jenna Bush were also staying at our hotel so the last of the 100 secret service that were not looking after the Pope were in our hotel lobby! After our shopping on Saturday night we went to see Wicked which I really thought had some creative story writing! It was a very entertaining show. The best part of the trip was the company - it was nice to spend the weekend with some of my favourite girls.

Although the exhilaration of the shopping on our trip made my heart race there was something that made it race even more....our cab rides! Yesterday when Maggie and I were in SoHo I actually thought we were going to get into a serious accident. All I could hear was Maggie saying "Put on your seat belt, put on your seat belt". She was completely horrified as you can see in the picture! Our cab driver was trying to cross over 5 lanes to turn down a side street that we were already passing! We hit a curb - hard - Maggie's head actually hit the roof of the cab. We also came within millimeters of hitting other cabs on several rides. What is going on? It's like New York is a bumper car free for all. Secondly, the attitude of the cabbies is less than desirable - to passengers and other drivers. I feel like it could possibly be one of the most stressful jobs out there. Can you imagine sitting in traffic all day, people honking at you, cutting you off?

With this in mind I would like to propose a "Take care of you, Mr. New York cab driver" campaign where I will recommend the following exercises to each cabby:

• Let's replace the sound of the horn with some music - I propose "What a wonderful world"


• Let's install some vanilla scented air fresheners and practice good personal hygiene- sorry cabbies but your current smell = yucky
  
• Let's paint all the cabs pastel colours - how pretty would that be! Much more calming than the alarming yellow you are currently using. We could even introduce a star system - for each good ride a passenger can give you a star. Based on your annual review you will be assigned a colour to your cab. Of course light pink will mean you are #1!


• Let's practice our manners - Do I really need to know just how much you want those people to "get out of the f-ing way"? No sir, I do not!


• And finally, Let's find our 'happy place' and relax when there is traffic....we'll get there in a New York minute!

I'm a MILLIONAIRE!.....again?

Get your wish lists updated - A Ferrari and caviar for everyone - yours truly has inherited 77.7 million dollars!.....for the second time?

Let me explain. Just yesterday I received a very suspicious letter in the mail with a Spanish stamp and postage markings. The one page letter was very detailed and listed a secret business proposal for me!

The letter was sent by Mrs.Sara Cardona Razo Zamaz of Spain who has been married to Mr. Andrew Paul Zamaz from South Africa for 7 years with 2 children. Sara is a manager of bills and exchange at the foreign remittance department of CC bank in Spain. She discovered an abandoned sum of 77.7M US dollars in a safety deposit vault belonging to Mr.Anderseni Wellon who died along with his entire family on March 11th 2004 in a ghastly train explosion in Atocha, Madrid-Spain.

No next of Kin has come to claim the money and since I have the same last name she wants to give me the secret information to the deposit box so I can claim the money. But wait. Sneaky little Sara isn't in it for nothing. She (who has discussed this only with Andrew - I promise) wants a cut of my money - 60% to be exact. I need to fax Sara so she can fax me an application to apply as next of kin to the bank via an inheritance claim. But Sara assures me "this transaction is hitch free and you should not entertain any atom of fear as all required arrangements have been made perfectly". Sara, you are like my fairy godmother - you can do no wrong. Thank you for looking out for me! Since you have already put in the effort of making this so easy for me - I'll give you a cut...but only 5% since I don't know you. Is that okay?

Dear scamsters, allow me to provide you with some tips of how to make your money grab more believable:

1) Don't date your postage markings for the day before you put it in my mailbox. Unless there is some sort of concord delivery overnight mail service from Spain to Canada.

2) Do some investigating into my first name and don't just address the envelope and letter to "H" as I have listed in the phone book!

3) Your printer stinks and it looks like my letter is photocopied. If I'm going to give you a cut of my money please invest in a new one

4) Let's be a little bit creative with the amount - I have inherited 77.7 Million twice and so has my friends Dad that doesn't live too far from my house! I'm getting a little tired of it - how about 88.8 next time?

5) Let's think out of the box with the story - The first time I received your letter it was in regards to Mr. Regional Wellon who died in a "ghastly" car crash off the coast of Spain March 11th 2005 along with his entire family. Perhaps you should double check your 'sent' list?

In any case I commend you on your very creative efforts. You did capture my attention for a few entertaining minutes and it does makes me think of what I would do if I actually did become an overnight millionaire....hummmm??!!....

PS Sara is calling me as soon as she receives my fax with my full information. "Thanks and God Bless" to you as well Mrs. Sara Cardona Razo Zamaz!