Line of the night, from the man who takes calls for Red Cab and directs the cabs where to go:
“I’m gonna go take my break. Just going to jump off the Tobin Bridge. Be right back”
Spoken over the intercom to my cab driver. Who took 40 minutes to pick me up. Who claimed he was looking for #91, instead of #19. He’d been driving back and fourth for 30 minutes. Funny, since it’s basically the shortest street ever and I was standing in front of the building the whole time. Then he yelled at me because it was “peak time” and he wasted 30 minutes looking for #19.
I could have walked home twice in the amount of time I waited. But unfortunately our world is not safe enough for me to walk around at 2:00 a.m. That makes me sad. At least I had some entertaining convos with the taxi dispatcher, who seemed extremely exasperated by the incompetence of his drivers. I very much know what it’s like dealing with incompetent people too, but don’t jump man, it’s just not worth it.