Sunday, December 21, 2008

Taxi Cab Confessions



I woke up with a headache today that felt like someone had shot me in the head. It was a migraine times ten. It was so bad I was crying, I didn't know how to handle it because I couldn't even think straight or piece together my life. I took three aspirin and covered myself with a cold towel and pet my dog and it went away 2 hours later. But, I don't know where it came from. Maybe from being sick? Sinuses? Vino? The snowball/block of ice that Steve THREW AT MY HEAD? (Unapologetically, might I add. Hmpf!) Maybe all of the above.

Regardless, I got a cab ride home this morning around 5:45am. I was waiting for it for quite a while in the snowy icy mess of the first day of Winter. Finally, a cab pulled over and I climbed in. Now, remember, I don't have a voice, so I sound crazy enough. I tell him I'm going to Everett and he says, "That's going to be hard." And I said, "Not really. It shouldn't be. It's all main roads."

So, he takes the chance. He goes 93, which is fine because it's a busy enough road where the snow isn't piling up on it. Then he goes 99/Broadway - which is also a busy road so snow isn't piling. Everett's a city, it's not like the country, so I don't understand what this guy's deal was.

So, I have him turn on my street and I'm like the 4th house up. I live on a hill, but it's not that steep. So, I give him money. The total was like $15 and I gave him $23 which is a reasonable tip. I gave him extra because usually I'll just hand over the $20. And after he takes the money he said, "Okay, now, next time, don't ever ask a cab driver to take you here in bad weather. You could have got out around the corner and it would have been fine for you. There's no reason you had me drop you off in front of your house."

And I, sick... disgruntled... TIRED Patty says, "Excuse me? It's not even THAT bad and the streets are plowed and I'm sorry, is this your job? If you don't want to drive in bad weather, then this shouldn't be your job. I'm your customer, so don't be rude and tell me after you take my money, which I paid you extra for. There's no reason to be rude. And I drive up the street all the time in this weather, so fucking deal with it."

I don't think he expected it. So he just said, "Ok.. ok... ok... ok..." over and over. Then I got out and said, "You're lucky I didn't just take whatever I tipped you back." and slammed the door.

That's right. Go me! Then it took me like 15 minutes to find my key.

Then I got in bed and had a mental breakdown.

Then I woke up with that deathly headache.

So actually, maybe he cast a spell on me.

Karma's a bitch to me. So maybe I should just stay a bitch. Okay.

1 comment:

Shannon said...

cab drivers are the worst people in the world.

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