Tag: Cab Chronicles
Cabbies Hate Me
I sweahfo the lion, the witch and that fantastic wardrobe that cabbies hate me. I just cannot win with them. I can’t even use the age old excuse and cry racism because most of the ones that treat me bad are colored. Shoot. Remember the rest of my Cabby Chronicles to catch up on my long-standing [...]
Lecture in a Cab
My cabbie chronicles continues, but this time I didn’t get quitted nor did I have to curse out my cabbie. Last week, I was heading to the Design for a Cure Fashion Show, and as always, was running late. So I had to cab it. I hail a cab and off the bat I know [...]
Cabbie Chronicles Continues
So this is an emergency post, which usually comes when I need to go off about something that just happened. I’m STILL heated. Seriously, Chicago Cab Drivers are officially the bane of my existence. One of my uncles is a cab driver, and I respect him SO MUCH. So he is an exception to this [...]
Cabbie Quit Me
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 [...]
