Had just had lunch at El Nueva Buena Vista on Broadway and Ron was inside paying, I was outside waiting for him. A black woman in a car had just pulled out of a parking side on the side of the street. Evidently a taxi coming the other way almost hit her or she almost hit him or something. Screaming ensued and climaxed with the (presumably Middle Eastern) taxi driver screaming Nee-gar! repeatedly. And not just screaming it and then driving off – but sitting there in his taxi screaming that word over and over again – holding up traffic, with CTA buses coming both ways. The woman smartly read the phone number on the side of the taxi as well as the number of the taxi and began calling as she drove away.