Friday night in this city of mine and my chickie and I are heading out of a pastry shop looking for a cab. As luck would have it, about a half block away, I saw one coming and raised my hand. I saw another couple unsuccessfully hail the same cab a half-block up. The cab stopped in front of us, and the passenger got out. It looked like we were good to go.
As we walk to the door of the cab, the other couple sped over to the door, and hopped in ahead of us. I was floored. "Hey, that's our cab." The smug fucker smirked at me as he sat down in the back of the taxi, slurring something, and ended his rant with a "Hey, go back to Iowa."
Iowa? Sure, go ahead and take my cab, but accuse me of being a tourist? I told the fucker, "Hey, I live here in the city." I was getting steadily more upset. The fucker responded, "I live in Pac Heights... but you've probably never been there before." For those not familiar with SF, this is a relatively nice part of town, apparently known for annoying drunk fuckers.
The chickie was pulling me away from this moron and the cab, and I agreed- the fucker wasn't worth the energy. So we walked to a nearby corner, and our luck began to turn. Various residents of the city backed us up, saying things like "What a prick," and "God, what an asshole." I have never been prouder to live here.
It got so much better. Karma so rocks. The chickie was looking at me, north toward the Wharf, while I was looking South, watching as the cab didn't move. In fact, there was a large man dressed all in black, telling the fucker to get out of the cab. I told the chickie to turn around, and we watched as the cab driver told them to get the hell out of his cab.
It got better still. Once the fucker was out of the cab, the driver started going toe-to-toe with him, spitting on the guy. A few minutes later the cabbie drove by, said something unintelligible, and drove away with another fare. Another cabbie arrived a few minutes later.
God I love this city. As bbkaro is fond of telling people, I have lived in Europe and Asia and both coasts of this country. I choose to live in San Francisco.
As we walk to the door of the cab, the other couple sped over to the door, and hopped in ahead of us. I was floored. "Hey, that's our cab." The smug fucker smirked at me as he sat down in the back of the taxi, slurring something, and ended his rant with a "Hey, go back to Iowa."
Iowa? Sure, go ahead and take my cab, but accuse me of being a tourist? I told the fucker, "Hey, I live here in the city." I was getting steadily more upset. The fucker responded, "I live in Pac Heights... but you've probably never been there before." For those not familiar with SF, this is a relatively nice part of town, apparently known for annoying drunk fuckers.
The chickie was pulling me away from this moron and the cab, and I agreed- the fucker wasn't worth the energy. So we walked to a nearby corner, and our luck began to turn. Various residents of the city backed us up, saying things like "What a prick," and "God, what an asshole." I have never been prouder to live here.
It got so much better. Karma so rocks. The chickie was looking at me, north toward the Wharf, while I was looking South, watching as the cab didn't move. In fact, there was a large man dressed all in black, telling the fucker to get out of the cab. I told the chickie to turn around, and we watched as the cab driver told them to get the hell out of his cab.
It got better still. Once the fucker was out of the cab, the driver started going toe-to-toe with him, spitting on the guy. A few minutes later the cabbie drove by, said something unintelligible, and drove away with another fare. Another cabbie arrived a few minutes later.
God I love this city. As bbkaro is fond of telling people, I have lived in Europe and Asia and both coasts of this country. I choose to live in San Francisco.
What a great town.