Thursday, July 06, 2006

Riders Stories

Once and a while I ask folks to share some of their stories (bad, good, weird, utterly weird beyond all possible belief) of riding in DC cabs. So take a moment and share with the class ;).

4 Comments:

At 3:22 PM, Anonymous Mark said...

How about a clean cab is a happy cab? I jumped out of a cab a few seconds after I got in because it was filthy, the driver stunk, it was horrible. I don't know how he stayed in business.

 
At 7:15 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I had a driver who was determined to rip me off. My fare was $9 or so and he insisted we'd crossed another zone. I told him the zone was ahead about 2 blocks and we didn't pass it. He kept saying, "you're not right, you're not right" I got out of the cab and he jumped out to follow me, now shouting that I was robbing him. That drew a crowd. I started screaming back that he was nuts. He started toward me to hit me and I stepped back and just started laughing, made him madder and he really came at me but a guy who had been standing nearby jumped in his face and tried to calm him down for a couple of minutes. A cop car passed by and the driver jumped back into his car and took off.

 
At 10:39 AM, Anonymous Judna2-42 said...

Women cabbies love me! In a city filled with men drivers, I got 2 women cabbies in one day. Told the first one she was my first woman driver and she laughed even though she's got to get that joke every ride. Then on my way back, a different woman driver. I couldn't believe it. I guess they've got the hots for me.

 
At 12:26 PM, Anonymous Ray said...

I had a driver try to take me to Dulles when I had to go to National airport. I got in and said National Airport and my flight time. No problem he said. So he gets onto Rock Creek Parkway and takes the exit for 66. I said, "hey, I've got to go to National." "Yes, National" he said, staying on 66. I started shouting at him -"This doesn't go to National, we're going AWAY from National" He kept driving. This was years ago, I didn't have a cell phone or I would have called cops or somebody. I started to crawl up into the front passenger seat and that freaked him out so he pulled off at an exit and when we stopped at the sign, started screaming at me to get back into my seat, what was my problem?

My problem, I screamed, is that I'm going to miss my plane because you can't tell one fucking airport from another!!! I have to go to NATIONAL AIRPORT WHICH IS THE ONE OVER BY ALEXANDRIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cars were honking their horns behind us and he was looking really confused by that point. If there had been any other cab in eyesight I'd have gotten into it. I started yelling at him to turn left and get back onto 66 heading back the other way and he finally did, then I gave him directions all the way into National.

And yes, I missed my flight.

 

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