"Look," Antonio said, pointing to the rideshare car that was driving by. "He thinks he's so funny."

I looked in the direction of the vehicle, noticing the sticker on the back window. No steers or queens. "What an asshole," I said, flipping the car off as it drove by.

"You know who that is, don't you?" Antonio asked.

"Yeah, that's Bennito, isn't it?" I asked. "I saw his cousin putting stickers on the cars the other day. I can't believe they have gotten away with such stupidity in a city this big."

"They own the company," Antonio pointed out. "And people are still willing to pay for rides. They probably don't see anything wrong with their behavior."

"You can't tell me that there are that many people in New York that would put up with a sucker like him," I said, shaking my head. "That guy's got something wrong with him."

"He's still making money," Antonio repeated. 

I thought about what he was saying for a moment. "Yeah, he is," I said. "But what would happen if he no longer had the customers to support his business?"

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Antonio asked with a grin.

"Yeah, I think I am," I answered. "Why should he be allowed to go through the city, advertising such hate? We gotta do something about it."

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"Rica, you're a genius," Antonio said with a grin. "If he has no cars, then he has no business. I'll bet he would be in for a shocker if he came into his shop and found all of his cars out of commission. There'd be no way to recover from that."

"Yeah, but how do you assume we'd do it?" I asked. "There's no way that we would be able to pull it off during business hours, and it's hard to get around at night unless you pay a taxi or decide to risk your safety on public transit."

"We just call another rideshare service," Antonio shrugged. "We can have that service drop us off near his shop, and get the job done that way."

"I don't know about that," I said. "He'll know it was us."

"How do you figure?" Antonio asked.

"Because he will blame the other rideshare service, thinking his competition is trying to take him out. They will look up which customers were in the area at the time to clear their name, and it will all come back on us."

"Well, what do you suggest we do then?" Antonio asked.

"We need a car," I replied. "A car could get us in and out without issues, and neither of us own a car, so how would it be traced back to us?"

"My cousin, Vinnie, has a car," Antonio said. "I'll bet he would let us use it. It's a beater, so if anything happens to it, I'm sure it won't be missed."

"You better ask him first before offering out his car," I suggested. "Just because you think it's a beater, doesn't mean he does."

"Point taken," Antonio replied. "But he does owe me a favor. I hooked him up with his girl."

"Well, call him and see if he can help," I replied. "The sooner we can do this, the sooner we can get Bennito off the streets."

"I'll call him as soon as I get home," Antonio said. "Right now, we better start picking up our step. The crazies will be out soon, and I don't want to be in their path."

"How do you know the crazies from the sane in this area?" I joked. "Everyone's a little bit crazy. You can't really put people in a box."

"I like my boxes," Antonio said. "I feel more secure when they are there."

I shrugged. "Well, let me know when you open the lid and take off those rose-colored glasses."