tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48492081893903097012009-08-12T09:38:38.415-07:00adfasdfnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849208189390309701.post-590811427880423822008-08-21T13:02:00.000-07:002008-08-21T13:30:07.995-07:00Being 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />She exclaimed:<br /><br />"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."<br /><br /><br />The cab driver said:<br /><br />"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.<br /><br />She ran away crying, surely learning either how to stand up for herself or vowing to never take a cab in DC again.<br /><br />I guess someone hates Liz now more than I do. Cheers cab driver, cheers.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4849208189390309701-59081142788042382?l=whyihateliz.blogspot.com'/></div>adfasdfnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4849208189390309701.post-82841769603183448892008-08-07T10:58:00.000-07:002008-08-07T11:00:32.551-07:00Sometimes I think "why do I hate Liz so much?" Then I realize because she is awful. <br /><br />She is the single most awful blog writer in the whole of creation. Save yours truly, natch.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I picture the rain hitting the window as she writes in big loopy cursive letters why that bus ride was so awful.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4849208189390309701-8284176960318344889?l=whyihateliz.blogspot.com'/></div>adfasdfnoreply@blogger.com15