Another NYC Cab Ride

   We're at a cab stand wanting to go to the Planetarium.  There are other people around, but we're not paying attention to them; some are farther down toward the end of the block.  A cab pulls up beside us and we  load the kids in the back, and Dave, as asked, gets in the front passenger seat.  A middle-aged man approaches, protesting that  he was waiting longer, and it should be his cab.  The driver ignores him, and Dave turns toward the driver as he closes the door.  No one wants to confront  his probably righteous indignation.  I'm watching him though, and as the driver starts to pull away, the man runs alongside the cab.  The driver and Dave don't want to deal with him, but all of a sudden I notice that the man's hand is closed in the door.  He really wanted that cab.  I yell out, that his hand is in the door.  The cabbie brakes as Dave opens the door, releasing the hand, then closes it and the cabbie takes off, leaving the man standing there, wringing his hand.   The cab driver said only, "He should know better than to approach a cab when there are people in it."