阅读理解 In a moment of personal crisis, how much help can you expect from a New York taxi driver?I began studying this question and found the answers interesting． One morning I got into three different taxis and announced,“Well, it's my first day back in New York in seven years．I've been in prison．”Not a single driver replied, so I tried again．“Yeah, I shot a man in Reno．”I explained, hoping the driver would ask me why, but nobody asked．The only response came from a Ghanaian driver,“Reno?That is in Nevada?” Taxi drivers were uniformly sympathetic when I said I'd just been fired．“This is America,”a Haitian driver said．“One door is closed．Another is open．”He argued against my plan to burn down my boss's house．A Pakistani driver even turned down a chance to profit from my loss of hope; he refused to take me to the middle of George Washington Bridge－a ＄20 trip．“Why you want to go there?Go home and relax．Don't worry．Take a new job．” One very hot weekday in July, while wearing a red ski mask and holding a stuffed pillowcase with the word“BANK”on it, I tried calling a taxi five times outside different banks．The driver picked me up every time．My ride with a Haitian driver was typical of the superb assistance I received． “Let's go across the park．”I said．“I just robbed the bank there．I got ＄25,000．” “＄25,000?”He asked． “Yeah, you think it was wrong to take it?” “No, man．I work 8 hours and I don't make almost ＄70．If I can do that, I do it too．” As we approached 86th and Lexington, I pointed to the Chemical Bank． “Hey, there's another bank,”I said,“Could you wait here a minute while I go inside?” “No, I can't wait．Pay me now．”His reluctance may have something to do with money－taxi drivers think the rate for waiting time is too low－but I think he wanted me to learn that even a bank robber can't expect unconditional support． | 
