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November 17, 2005
The Thinking Fool and His Dad Go to Vegas: Chapter III, This Time We Found an Honest Cab Driver
Shortly after jumping in a cab and telling the driver that we’d like to go to the Orleans (a good place to play Omaha), the driver decided to engage us in conversation.
Cabbie: So where you guys from?
Thinking Fool’s Dad: Well, I’m from Phoenix, and he came here from Washington, D.C.
Cabbie: Oh, nice.
Thinking Fool: (After allowing a few seconds of silence to elapse, in the most effeminate voice I could muster) Yeah, we’ve been chatting online for almost six months and decided it was finally time for us to meet in person! (I should have thrown "super" into my comment!)
The cabbie’s reaction in no way mirrored the “Midwesterner’s.” (Surprise surprise!) When we told him the story about our scumbag cab driver from the airport, the driver was quite pleased that we didn’t end up paying for that ride and actually encouraged us to report Mr. Scumbag to the Taxi Authority. (Apparently, nice cab drivers don't like the bastard cab drivers. Imagine that!) Hmm, the Fool still has the scumbag's information and filing a complaint would take no more than a few seconds. Developing...
Comments
Dude, report him. What if some other poor tourists who don't know they're being taken for a ride (no pun intended) get into his cab?
Posted by: The Attractive Nuisance at November 17, 2005 08:32 PM
The scumbag cabbies give all cabbies a bad name. Just like all the scumbag lawyers give the honest lawyer a bad name.
Posted by: NYU Jew at November 17, 2005 10:38 PM
Please report the earlier cab driver. It would make the world a better place.
Posted by: Finished.Law.School at November 19, 2005 09:29 PM
