Once upon a time in New York City there were lots of New Yorkers who would have dearly loved to catch a cab whenever they were going and sometimes they could and sometimes they couldn’t. All the cabs were yellow and New Yorkers would stand on the curb, waving their arms and yelling “Pick me, Pick me, please, please, please.” But those yellow cabs would put their noses in the air and sometimes they would stop and sometimes they wouldn’t just because they could. They were big bullies.
Then suddenly a whole lot of non yellow cabs appeared letting everyone know they would would come and pick up busy New Yorkers from wherever they liked and take them to where they wanted to go at just the right time to get them there. New Yorkers were so happy. Now there were enough cabs for everyone whenever they wanted one.
But the yellow cabs were furious, now they couldn’t pick and choose who they decided they would let be a customer. They decided to fight back and started spreading all sorts of nasty stories about those horrible ‘on demand’ cabs. The biggest and nastiest story was that so many more cabs meant no one could ride anywhere because there were now too many cabs on the streets. And that all those cabs were causing pollution and New Yorkers would get sick because they couldn’t breathe properly.
So then the fight was on. Lots of happy New Yorkers who loved being able to get an ‘on demand’ cabs called up all the celebrities in the City to fight on their side and they did because celebritites like getting to places quickly too. And the yellow cabs said it was no fun being a yellow cab anymore because there was no one to bully and it just wasn’t fair and they wanted to go back to being the cabs who called the shots on who deserved a cabride.
The NYC City Council decided cabs fighting each other wasn’t a good idea for anyone so they concocted a magic spell which they hoped would calm everyone down. Their magic spell contained a promise to study cabs in NYC for 4 months and then, and only then, decide if there really was a problem of too many cabs in the streets. A wise old wizard on the City council, tapped his finger against his nose and whispered to a friend, “that ‘Kick the Bucket Down the Road’ spell works every time, just you wait and see. Problem solved.”