The light hadn't even officially turned green at the intersection of 17th and Broadway before an army of overconfident yellow cabs roared past the tiny deathtrap I was attempting to navigate around the city streets.
Omfg, not one sentence in and we already have grammar problems. And two paragraphs later, I'm already screaming at the narrator - this is the THIRD TIME you've snapped the heel of $700 shoes while driving?! Fucking buy cheaper shoes, drive in cheaper shoes, or take your damn shoes off while driving. I wanted a quick, brainless read, but if I'm stopping every four minutes to type-yell, this is going to take forever.
