The last straw!

First ulu knives, then snow globes?  What's next TSA?  Huh?

And what's the other thing on there?  A harmonica?

The Angriest Cab Driver in the World

I just got out of the cab of the angriest cab driver in the world.  All I wanted to do was to go home.  I would have walked.  Really.  I would have.  Ask anyone that knows me.  I prefer walking over jumping in a cab, but the truth of the matter was that I was tired, it was cold, and I was lugging 85 pounds of luggage with me (not that I haven’t lugged heavier luggage in the past…just 2 weeks ago for the entire 2 miles it takes to go home).  But tonight, I decided to take a cab.  Too bad my cab driver wasn’t happy to see me.

He rolled up to the hotel, I helped him load my bag into the trunk, then I got inside.  I told him my address, and he said, “I was really hoping for an airport run.  All I wanted to do tonight was airport runs. But no, I haven’t gotten any of them.  Just this bullshit.”

I said nothing.  Then he took a phone call.  When he hung up, he said, “I get more money delivering pizzas.”  As he said this, he patted the pizza delivery box sitting on the front seat.  Needless to say I was concerned he might deliver pizza on the way to my apartment.  I decided then and there that he was still only getting ten bucks from me.  If I wanted to go on a pizza route, I would have called Domino’s.

We pulled up to the entrance to my apartment complex.  I handed him my money (of which he got a substantial tip considering I rounded $8.25 to $10), and he grumbled.  I asked for a receipt, and he slapped one in my hand.  Then, I unloaded my own bag.  As I walked away, I said, “Have a good night.”

He turned to me, with venom spewing from his lips, he said, “It is NOT a good night.  It is TERRIBLE night.  Just TERRIBLE.”  He got in to his cab, rolled down the window and continued yelling as I walked to my door, “My shift started at 5pm.  It’s terrible.  I should be delivering pizzas.  This is bullshit.”

I didn’t know what to do, so I tried not to smile (which, by the way, is my go-to reaction to everything), and I walked inside.

Perhaps driving a taxi isn’t his calling.