Conversations my cab driver had last night:
With a red light:
“Whoa. WHOOOOOOOoooooa!”
With me:
“HOLD ON!… (Brakes aggressively.) Sorry about that.”
With his cell phone:
“OK. What time are you getting off? OK. What time are you getting off? OKOKOKOKOKOK. Man, what time are you getting off?
With me:
Him: Why are cell phones so useless for the simple exchange of information? You can’t get any information from them. Did you hear how many times I had to ask that guy what time he was getting off? It was like talking to a goddamn girlfriend…
Me:…
Him: Not to insult women or anything.
Me: Right. Except for how you were insulting women there.
Him: Nononononono. Most women are fine Except for the ones unfortunate enough to have dated me…
Me: …
Him: Women are great, most women are perfectly great. Except for the ones I’ve dated. Especially that one goddamn
Me: …
Him: Most women are fine. I mean. But not that one chick. She broke my heart. And here I am still pining for her…
Me: …
Him: Thirty years later, here I am still pining for that bitch.
Me: You can drop me here, thanks.
Definitely the smartest way to end that conversation.
WOW. Classy!
Dude, were you in Dayton? Because that is the EXACT conversation I had with the driver I had to the airport this morning.
Except he punctuated his with his desire to “act like his dad, push his mother down, and tell her she’s DESPERATE and she’s STUPID.
I was seriously considering tucking and rolling out of the moving car.
Oh boy…I hope that women he’s pining for doesn’t come across his cab one day.
I love that you called him out on it – he probably went on to complain to the next fare about this WOMAN customer who didn’t care about his wanna be love life ;)
i caught a 4:30 am cab to SFO on the 16th…i swear we had the same cab driver. he is still pining for her, by the way.
This (one-sided) conversation leaves me feeling icky.
“Him: Nononononono. Most women are fine Except for the ones unfortunate enough to have dated me…”
You: Hmm. Seems that the problem is most likely to be YOU, then, isn’t it? Not them.
Him: … I’ll just drop you here, thanks.
Oh boy…I hope that women he’s pining for doesn’t come across his cab one day.