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"Okay. So I’m skating home this morning on Van Brunt and the first of what I imagine will be a great, roiling stream of sub-geographical morons flagged me down. 'How do I get to Ikea?' It was a fucking cabbie. In a yellow fucking cab. With a map from the store site printed out. 'Map not helping?' I asked. 'No,' fucking cabbie said. 'The streets aren’t numbered.' Time to load the blunderbuss." [Philip Nobel]