Shit My Cabby Tells Me [Part 2]

"Look at these dummies walking everywhere on the street! I guess not everyone is smart like me. I'm in the wrong business... Look at these people - always rushing! Running, running. Then they have a heart attack!"

"This town has so much construction. City supervisors don't know how to do it. This should be done at night when no one is here! No one lives here! Look at all this traffic!"

Shit My Cabby Tells Me [Part 1]

Last night I had something close to, if not full-on, food poisoning. In an attempt to be a good employee, I went to work as usual today but as anyone could have guessed, did not make it for too long. In a rushed attempt to not throw up at work or on MUNI, I decided to take a taxi home. Though it's not MUNI, it may as well have been - the small space of the car with a clueless, racist, crazy and wildly chatty cabby did help my already prevalent nausea...

[These will be broken up into more than one post]

"Where are you headed?"
"Noe Valley"
"We call that no man's land. Everyone takes a prescription medication and sleeps for two days there. No young girl lives there. Everyone is old. It's so boring in that area!"


I'm pretty sure he is wildly incorrect about the demographic of Noe Valley.

Killer Boots

It seems I've made a new friend on 24th Street who is always there when I get off the 48.. Yesterday I think he really liked my jegging, sweater and boot outfit...

"Hey killer boots, how are ya?!! Working it well ... mhmmmm"