Like those hard candies for diabetics on your grandmother's coffee table, you know you really shouldn't go near Cindy Adam's Post columns. They're confusing and a little sad and a little dusty. In today's paper, Dowager Adams gives herself over to the charms of taxicabs. "New York runs on a little dash of chutzpah and a large fleet of yellow cabs. Our loudest language is unspoken—passengers raising their hands at cabbies; cabbies raising their middle fingers at passengers... Check N.Y.C.'s symbols. The Statue of Liberty and the yellow cab. And why's Miss Liberty's hand raised? She's hailing a taxi." Now give Grandma Cindy a kiss on the cheek, bubele. Do it! [NYP]