Years ago, I had just
come from a doctor’s appointment and had to get back across town to my
office. I was in front of an A-list Central Park West building and time
was short. At the curb, I paused to check my BlackBerry and used the
other hand to hail a taxi.
As a taxi emerged, a
man in a short navy jacket and cap came from behind the cars parked a
few yards north of where I was standing. Distracted, but focused on my
lack of time, I watched the taxi slow down for him, not me.
We’ve all been there.
Sometimes you yell and say, “Excuse me, you saw me standing here,” and
other times you might let it go. This time, I decided to just talk to
myself and stomp one foot.
As I focused my gaze
beyond the man and his taxi, I noticed the taxi was now in front of me.
The gentleman then walked to the taxi, grabbed the handle and opened
the door for me. It was Robert De Niro.
In true New York
fashion, I didn’t make a fuss and thanked the incredible and very polite
movie star. After I told the driver my destination, I proceeded to
call my husband, mother and sister: “Guess who just opened a cab door
for me?”
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