So I Got Kicked Out of a Cab
I am notorious for never carrying cash. I mean, I could go weeks without ever touching paper money. My debit card IS my cash, and is swiped often enough to just really quit working one day. I realize this isn’t good, because often times when one does literally hand over the cash, the palms are more willing to let go of the money.
My sis Mo has recommended that I always carry $20 emergency cash in my wallet because one never knows when there will be no debit card allowed or just in need of petty cash. And yes, I agree with her on this, but umm… crepes are emergency cash-worthy. No? Aight then. Either way, my emergency $20 usually lasts me a couple of days and I forget to replenish it, so there are times when I literally have nothing but 84 cents in actual money in my wallet.
Lately, I’ve been taking cabs a lot for one reason or another (I’m late getting somewhere, it’s dark and I don’t feel like being on the train, my shoes are too high to allow any extra walking…). And I use my debit card for them most of the time, but thats because most of my cab rides are like $15 so it’s okay. I still feel some kinda way about paying them with my card because I know it’s not instant cash. Well, it caught up to me recently.
A couple of weeks ago, I was supposed to be meeting one of my BFFs, Sister VernaJean for dinner. But beforehand, I had to go to a radio station’s open house for work. Well, we were supposed to meet at 6 and at 6:10, I was still at the radio station, so I had to take a cab. I hailed a cab and it was an older Nigerian cab driver.
We get to the restaurant in under 10 minutes, and the cabfare is like $4.57. I go through my wallet looking for my emergency cash and realize I hadn’t replenished it. WOMP. Self FAIL. With shifty eyes, feeling mighty guilty, and very slowly, I take out my debit card and extend it to the cabbie. This is what met me.
Cabbie: *Looks at the card. Looks at me. Looks at the card. Looks at the meter. With thick Nigerian accent, says* “You don’t have $4?”
Me: *mumbles and looks down* No, I don’t have cash. Sorry.
Cabbie: *Long pause* GERROUT! (came out as one word)
Me: *thinking I didn’t hear him* Huh?
Cabbie: Get out. You will not be paying $4.57 with a card.
Hell naw. Only I could get kicked out of a cab. Dayum. I knew I couldn’t just get out the cab without paying him because I’d feel mighty bad (no Miss sofia). I had to pay him somehow.
Me: *finding the situation of being told to get out of a cab absurd and somehow funny and trying not to giggle* Let me call my friend to bring me money.
Cabbie: *exasperated sigh*
I could SWEAR I heard him say “rubbish” under his breath.
Me: *calling VJ* You got cash on you? (very valid question to ask because she is also not a cash-carrier)
Me: *trying not to chuckle* Can you bring me $6? I’m outside in a cab.
VJ: HA! OK. Here I come.
She comes outside and hands me the $6. So I give the man his money and I swear he almost pulled off while I had only 1 foot on the ground. He could not get away fast enough.
When I got out the cab, I had to cackle. as VJ shook her head at me. I felt bad for trying to pay with a debit card. I really did. But when he told me to get out, iDied. I’ve been quit many times, but by a cabbie? Dayum. Shame on me. I will do better, I promise. One day. Not sure if it’ll be soon but…
Moral of the story:
Don’t piss off a cabbie. Thank God for friends that carry cash. Carry emergency cash at all times.
Edit: So I’m senile right? I was just alerted that 57 cents ain’t a possibility on any cab meter. See what had happened was I don’t remember exactly how much my fare was. I know it was $4 something cents. So I made up the 57 cents. Funny how no one caught this until 14 hours after the blog was up. Tee hee. I will keep it though. Karyn is the one who commented on my Facebook status and said “How is $4.57 possible?” She gets Luvvie’s Smarty Pants Award of the day.