We're friendly people. We really are. But do we want to talk to every single person we come across? No, especially when it's 3:37 a.m., we've been up since 6 a.m. that day, and we just want to get home to our warm, cozy bed. There are guys who will tell you every bit about his day, every bit about the person he just took to a Japanese Nordic fusion restaurant in the East Village, and how he used to love dinosaurs when he was little, because his dad bought him a hand puppet one time from Toys R Us. Just shut your moth and drive, man. 

Bonus: Apparently, according to this picture, there are cabbies who hand out candy, as well. Because that's not creepy or anything.