Somewhere in New York City
Is a cab driver who hates me.
On holidays a few years back I'd been out drinking with some friends and at the end of the night was lucky enough to have impressed a girl I'd met so much that she asked if I'd like to come back to her place.
Off we go, into a cab, which starts heading uptown. About five minutes in she leans over ("here we go!" thinks me) and threw up all over the floor.
Fortunately she did it very quietly so about a block later I just tapped on the partition and said: "Anywhere along here thanks driver!" and we got out. He drove off, another cab pulled up and off we went again.
By the time we got to her place I'd realised she was way beyond making any rational decisions so I just dropped her off and went home.
Good thing too, she later told me she threw up in her bed.
( difficultchild, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 22:14, Reply)