I jiggled the door handle. Nothing happened.
The cab driver unlocked all the doors of his car by the automatic button to his left. I heard the back passenger door struggle to follow through with the command, the sounds of electronics on their last moments of life on a dying battery. Another jiggle, and nothing.
The window was all the way down. I reached inside to try opening the door that way. Still nothing.
We shared a laugh — his likely more genuine than mine — and I walked around the car and entered the back through the driver’s side.
It was a few minutes shy of 1:40 a.m. and my daily commute to work was about to get underway.