taxi drivers
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When I was like 12-16 I'd run out on cabs all the time. The technique was to start counting the money like I was going to pay when they stopped and then just ... boom. Sometimes not even if they were at a full stop. Just lightning bolt into a building to go out their backdoor to cut through places.
Whenever I have an over the top horrendous cab driver, I always think it's just karma.
There was a cab driver in Baltimore who was really nice, despite the fact I had no idea where I was, where I was going, and just vaguely remember where this girl lived who I was staying with.
And in between yelling curse words out the window at the Ray Lewis restaurant, and my cousin setting my shirt on fire during the trip ... he was pretty laid back now that I think about it even with asking us to politely get the fuck out of his cab.
Another cab driver in Baltimore threatened to stab me as I told him since he wasn't listening to my directions to get where I wanted to go, I'm not paying him. This was directly after an undercover cop pulled a gun on me without identifying themselves.
As I was kicking the cab door telling him to come out and stab me, he peeled off when cops flashed their lights again.
My mute/comatose friend had left his phone in the car ... and the cabbie left about 10 detailed messages about how he was going to kill me thinking it was my phone, haha. Best part is at this point in time it's like 3-4AM and his wife was home all alone getting these messages having no idea what happened scared shitless.
Best part is that when I looked around to see where we were I noticed a few landmarks (crackheads) and was able to navigate the rest of the way. In hind sight I think the cab driver was trying to get us out of the projects when we told him we weren't from around here, haha.