As he was leaving his fashion photography studio, he hailed an NYC yellow cab. He was in a hurry because he was shooting his good buddy's wedding this afternoon, and needed to get into his tuxedo. Two cabs pulled up.

He picked one.

He hopped in.

Wrong choice!

It smelled rank. Why?

The cab driver said that the previous passenger had cried out that he had to poop immediately -- an emergency! There was nowhere for the cab to pull over. Nowhere where there might be a bathroom.

So the cabbie gave the passenger a pile of newspapers. And the passenger dropped his pants and crapped on the cab seat. Then he threw the pile of poop and paper into a city trashcan. (No details about the wiping with newsprint.)

If you were the cabbie, what would you do? What if you were the passenger?