When my wife went into labor with our first daughter we didn’t have a car. We got a taxi to pick us up at 6AM in Hoboken for the short trip through the Holland Tunnel to a hospital in NYC. The contractions were painful enough that her shouts concerned the cab driver, and I felt like we were in the middle of a TV trope.

Good to know that if it ever happens again, we can just fly our brick over the Hudson river, like this couple in “HÃ¥kan BrÃ¥kan & Josef“.