You are 50% more likely to get a cab if you put your hand up

The New York Times has graced us with info on where to get info on where to get a cab. For most of us New Yorkers it's a simple act of leaping into traffic with your arm upright (I prefer the thumb in, four finger method myself) but what once was an art can now be called science.

Using GPS wizardry a detailed map on the best spots to get a cab at a given day and time has been developed. Topping the list for 9 a.m. Monday cab hails are, not surprisingly, Pennsylvania Station and Grand Central. However, at 3 a.m. on a Sunday, passengers stumble into more cabs at 10th Avenue and 27th Street in Chelsea than anywhere else in the city. Is Bungalow 8 making a come back? If so and you want in on the action follow these three easy steps listed by an expert reviewer on yelp:

"1. bring a)women b)a regular or c)alot of money for bottles
2. dress to the nines (barneys or bergdorf can help you)
3. dont show up until 1 am because that is when it gets going"

Barneys or Bergdorf can help us all. Click here for the New York Times article.

Yes, I get it yellow taxi. You're flaming.

Wow. Thanks to Andrew Sneider at 617in212.com for this exclusive footage of a taxi cab exploding into flames in Midtown. Our good friend Ming works down the hall from Andrew and told us alllll about it.

Apparently the driver of this cab got out and went for a walk to clear his head, feed the pigeons, whatevs. Just casually strolled off. The thing is the hood of the cab was already smoking. The best part? He parked right in front of this fancy restaurant with outdoor seating. All these people enjoying their $17 BLTs got front row seats as sparks then flames shot out from under the hood. Meanwhile tour buses are going by, other cabs are taking fares, no one thinks twice about this exploding vehicle. Except for Ming and Andrew's co-worker who provides this sage wisdom: " I would never want my house to be on fire." Really? Never? Never ever? Don't knock it 'till you try it sister.

Finally the firemen show up and it's over in 2 secs. Or, as my girlfriend's friend would say, a HOT MINUTE.

This is why I would never live/hang out in Midtown. This and those finance douches who do live/hang out there.