My aversion to cabs

I'll admit it, I am lazy. Lazy in the sense that when it is raining, snowing or my heels are too high, I choose to take cabs over trains and buses. So shoot me. I am a young, black, urban woman who doesn't want to agitate my already ripe corns and I don't want to get my perm wet. My relationships with cabs became more intense when JFierce and I were living in the same city. Even though people made/make fun of us for wanting to take a cab, they usually wanted to take one too. And if they didn't, well shame on them for wanting to get somewhere in 45 minutes instead of 15.

As my relationships with Yellow Cab, Checker, DC Flyer, etc have blossomed, I have noticed on thing. They are incompetent and worthless when it is doing anything shy from sunny and clear skies. Currently, I have somewhere to go, and I called a cab. For me the experience of calling the cab company is always the worst. People are always rude, as if I am doing anything but trying keep them employed by choosing to ride instead of train. Then, if and when the cab actually does arrive, he, and I am saying he because in my experience of riding in cabs from San Francisco, to NY, DC to Philly, I have only seen about a dozen female drivers, is usually an asshole. Not a normal asshole like Larry David from Curb Your Enthusiasm, but an asshole in the following categories. They usually sexually harass me, and it's not that I don't want to be with a cab driver, I just don't want to say to my future children I met your daddy in a cab when he was asking me about my private parts. Sometimes they act like I don't know where the hell I am going, as if I some how forgot my address or the address to my job. But what really really really pisses me off, is when people jump into my conversation. Now, I recognize, that I am in your ride, and if you want to be all up in my convo that is fine, you are giving me a ride and thank you I appreciate it. And if I am by myself, we should certainly engage in a conversation because it's surely awkward and slightly elitist for me to not even acknowledge the person that is giving me a lift. But if I am talking to my boyfriend or friend, get out the koolaid! Eg.... gets on my nerves


I've come to grow a strong aversion towards cabs. the funny thing is, the only amazing cab system is in NYC. Now, as a NYC hater, I hate to even admit that NYC has the best of anything other than bagels, pizza, cheesecakes and black people, but their taxi system is superior because there are 400 million people between Manhattan and the boroughs and furthermore, the market is saturated. If a cabby doesn't come, f- them, I can call another.

I am writing this because me and Greg, a coworker, have an event to go to. We speed home from the airport so that we could go home, get dressed and get the hell out of the house. It is raining right now, but it isn't a thunderstorm. The apocalypse isn't here. It's sprinkling. Even the plane didn't have the much turbulence. Yet, I have had the chance to write an entire blog, brush my teeth, call another cab company AND they have called me back twice to let me know that there isn't a cab on it's way.