I need a car . . . “Five minutes”
no matter what
it is always five minutes
The car service thrives on door-to-door business. The walk-in passenger is like a stepchild, tolerated but never coddled.
The moment you take a seat in a car service waiting room, you enter transit limbo—hovering between stasis and mobility.
The occasional attempt to enliven the space, by adding plants or pictures, is well-intentioned but wrong. It yields the opposite effect. In this setting art and nature sadly remind you of the world outside, driving home the truism that waiting is the hardest part.
If you’re lucky, though, during your time in limbo you might see a few Greek drivers playing backgammon in a way that’s so loud and animated as to change your view of what you had always thought was a tedious game. Or maybe you’ll get to hear the strains of Arab music filtering in from a sleek Town Car parked outside, as the Jewish owner of the car service proudly shows you the Muslim prayer room in the back of the office.
At any rate, it’s never long until your car pulls up and sets you in motion, toward your destination, which if you’re really lucky, is back where you started: home.
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SLIDESHOW – Castles of Limbo: Car Service Waiting Rooms (Flickr)
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