Taxi cabs, educate me.

danstearns
Wed, 15 Sep 2010 22:48:57 +0000

The cabbie had no idea how to get there, and didn’t have a map and was indignant that I didn’t know the way. (I could tell when he started going north along Lake Michigan that we couldn’t possibly be going in the right direction.) Many extra miles later he wanted to charge me what was on the meter. Luckily I’d talked to my cousin the day before to ask about how much change I should have on me. I told the cabbie that was what I’d pay and that if he had a problem he could talk to my uncle the tax lawyer.



Well, since Evanston is north of O’Hare and located on the lake, his route doesn’t seem entirely implausible. Your uncle the tax lawyer? Haha, poor cabbie probably just wanted to get rid of you and move on.