Being the firm minded, smooth talking gentleman I am, I never take shit from any one person in this town. Including cab drivers. You try to screw me, I'll make sure you know that you're wrong.
It had rained all night and finally when it stopped the air was full of steam rising from the hot street. I was running down Naylor Court (NW natch) where I saw a small bob-cut brown haired girl climb into the taxi I was so desperately chasing after. I cursed her under my breath for taking the only cab on this dark and lonely street.
Like a loser in a black and white movie I walked towards the U Street Metro and took the train home to Columbia Heights. I got in the middle car just as it arrived and got off at my destination about 3 minutes later. By this time it was storming again and I saw the same cab from earlier with the bob-cut brown haired girl yelling like a lawyer that didn't pass the DC bar exam.
She exclaimed:
"I guess after hitting TWO dead end streets and refusing to take the underpass at that traffic circle... and then there was that one detour where you made three lefts in a row... and, oh yeah, the last pass around the block while I tried to tell you to just let me out (which cost me an extra $1.25)... Well, silly me! I somehow got the impression that you have nothing BUT time to waste."
The cab driver said:
"Fuck you!" and then threw all the change she paid with in her face and told her to get the hell out of his cab.
She ran away crying, surely learning either how to stand up for herself or vowing to never take a cab in DC again.
I guess someone hates Liz now more than I do. Cheers cab driver, cheers.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Picture It! DC 2008
Sometimes I think "why do I hate Liz so much?" Then I realize because she is awful.
She is the single most awful blog writer in the whole of creation. Save yours truly, natch.
I bet Liz writes all her entries first in her spiral ruby red colored notebook while sitting in her window box somewhere in her sweet Glover Park grouphouse.
I picture the rain hitting the window as she writes in big loopy cursive letters why that bus ride was so awful.
She is the single most awful blog writer in the whole of creation. Save yours truly, natch.
I bet Liz writes all her entries first in her spiral ruby red colored notebook while sitting in her window box somewhere in her sweet Glover Park grouphouse.
I picture the rain hitting the window as she writes in big loopy cursive letters why that bus ride was so awful.
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