I had this one guy regail me with stories of Paul Bernardo in a “positive” light (if you can imagine) while he drove me home years back. Frightening…oh and, did I mention I was living in Scarbourogh at the time (one of the places he raped women)…

Was not fun.

On the flipside, a lovely indian cabbie drove my wallet all the way back home for me when i forgot it in his cab once, made my year

Good and bad all around us, I guess.

The cab itself was an old mini van and had squealing brakes and no rear shocks, the driver had his window cracked so he could finish his smoke while talking on his phone (of course!)

I’m not sure where he learned to drive, but I think he was told the gas and brake only work if you put them on the floor. So I decided the only way to avoid getting sick was to look out the side window, this way I wouldn’t tense up as I waited for impact.

Here’s a picture of one of the side streets we were driving on , this is actually a 2 way street!

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I think the only time I was ever mad was when the cab driver didn’t pull up far enough for me to get in the backseat.. So I had to sit in the front. It was silly, and I was only green for like a second.

So, a little information behind both of these stories, I am a server at a very busy bar. I’ve taken a cab home from the bar many times, either when I didn’t have a car, or when I have been drinking. I always call the same cab company, so a lot of the drivers do recognize me from the place I work at- apartment building I live in route. Anyways…

- About a month ago, I took a cab home from work because my car was being repaired at the time. Before I said anything, the cab driver said “You live at **** ******* Street, in the *********** apartment buildings. I was really confused, thinking back, maybe he had driven me home a few weeks before? And then he proceeded to meantion “I remember giving you a ride last summer”. Last summer, as in over one year ago. And he somehow knew the street, apartment buildings, and exact building I lived in? From the previous year. Too wierd.

- So, another time I call a cab to get to work, when I didn’t have a car. The cab driver asked me something about if I were going out, and I let him know, “No, I work there”. He proceeded to tell me that everytime he’s given a ride to any other servers at the same bar (AKA- my co-workers and some of my very best friends) they’re always “huge bitches” and all “drunks” and “extremely rude”. Now, I have taken a cab with pretty much every person who i work with, and everyone is incredibly nice, and we tip well. Let’s think about this- we serve people for a living, live off tips, and expect respect from our customers. Why would we turn around and take a cab, and treat a cab driver the complete opposite? If anything I am going to be nicer than their average customer. Anyways, I was quite upset about him bashing my workplace, co-workers, and friends, and let him know, and for the first time in probably two years, did not tip my cab driver.

Such long stories! Guess I got a bit carried away.

Yeah. ¬_¬ *shudders*

Pleasant enough fellow otherwise, though.