I was parked near Washington Square yesterday, engine off, praying Maghrib before the dinner rush. Two guys on the bench next to me, talking about some startup, about disruption, about how the old way dies. They meant it like it was good news. I hear this talk all the time — from passengers, from other drivers, from my phone. The thing is, disruption sounds different when you're the one getting disrupted. When it's your medallion that lost half its value, your shift that got undercut by an algorithm, your neighborhood that became unrecognizable in five years. The young guys will figure things out, they always do. But nobody ever asks the people who built the thing before if they want to watch it burn.
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