Reminds me of my first few years in NYC (late 90s, early 00s). It was nearly impossible to get a yellow cab to take me to Brooklyn. There were plenty of night

Reminds me of my first few years in NYC (late 90s, early 00s). It was nearly impossible to get a yellow cab to take me to Brooklyn. There were plenty of nights where I would get into the cab, tell him my intersection and he'd sit there exclaiming "No Brooklyn! Get Out! No! No Brooklyn!". My place was literally a mile and a half away. Happened more times than I can count. And if you told them where you were going before you got into the cab - forget about it; your success rate dropped from around 50% to about 10%. And then there was one time when I dozed off as we were crossing the Williamsburg Bridge. I woke up about 20 minutes later and we were somewhere near Coney Island (I lived in Bushwick, exactly a mile from the bridge. Coney Island is the other side of Brooklyn). I told him he could take me where I originally said for half the price on the meter, which was still more than the usual fare, or let me out without incident. That was a painful subway ride home that morning.