Z o r bl o g

Finally, a story to tell, inspired by Joey's story of Taxi Hell:

Several years ago, when I was a poor university student, we had these flat rate taxis (e.g. a ride from anywhere within Zone A to Zone B would always be $5) I was on the way home when I realized I didn't have the $13 I needed. I managed to wrangle up $11 and told the driver I'd go upstairs to my apartment to get the rest. I stepped out of the cab.

"WHERETHEFUCKDOYOUTHINKYERGOINBITCH?!?!?!?!"

"Excuse me. If it's that important to you to get the money, why don't you take me back downtown where I can turn a trick for the 2 fucking dollars!!!" Of course if he had been nice about it, he'd have gotten the money. I managed to get inside the locked lobby door and pull the door shut behind me before the asshat could come after me. And as Luck would have it, I managed to get his cab number before he drove off too.

"Hello, Cab Company? I'd like to speak to the manager, please..."