"Satori"

The cab ground to a halt, its motor humming through the falling snow. Its roof and hood were white with snow, and Harry could see the shadowed form of a driver behind the wheel."Can you help me, sir?" he yelled. "My friend has fallen!"The driver didn't budge, so Harry trudged through the snow around the front of the car to the driver's window and knocked on the crusted glass with his cold bare knuckles.The man inside rolled down the window a few inches. He had an ear-flapped leather cap on his head and a cigar in his mouth."You want a cab, or don'tcha?""Yes, sir," said Harry, "I would like a cab, but you see, my friend has collapsed into that snowbank over there, and I wonder if you could help me get him up?""What do I look like, a good Samaritan?""Please, sir, if you could just help me get him into your cab, we'll leave you a nice tip.""How far you going?""Just straight up Bleecker, to Sullivan.""Sullivan," said the man. "I make that like eight blocks.""Whatever you say, sir.""That's…