About two-thirds of the way between Stamford and JFK, my driver cryptically asked me, “Do you know if the tide is high?”
I wasn’t sure if I would be shot in the face with a silencer if I answered wrong. My instinct was to reply “Yes, but turning.” Instead I just asked him what the hell he was talking about.
Apparently, when the tide is high, boats are able to flow through the river and the bridge goes up, which would have tacked on another 20 minutes to our drive, or something.
TL;DR need to know the lunar schedule to get to the airport on time.
The correct answer was “yes, but I’m holding on.”
https://open.spotify.com/track/4Wljbzc4Zg0Vxv4QAM3tYB?si=qnJcFRGFSTyifFXhzGQ8qg
Blondie reference for the win, Mr. La Porte!