This guy was no Travis Bickle.

I went to Comfest on Friday and tore it on up. I ended up going down in a blaze of glory on the couch in Carter and Fern’s living room (by the way, thanks, dudes). When I woke up this morning, I walked up to High Street and called a cab. When the cabbie showed up, I hopped in and told him my address, but he wasn’t very proficient with the English language. All he had to do was keep driving in the same direction that he was already going in on High Street, but he turned west on Warren Street, and I quickly informed him that it would have just been best to keep going the way he was going in the first place. So he made his way back to High Street without stopping the meter to at least correct the time and mileage that I was going to have to pay him for his mistake. My take on it was, “Well, there goes this guy’s tip”.

But on the way down High Street, I started thinking that I was going to feel like a dick if I didn’t at least leave the guy some change. I’ve never taken a cab ride before and gone without leaving the driver a tip. But then, I started noticing that he was driving ridiculously slow in an effort to suck the meter.

When he dropped me off at my pad, he added up the total, and it came to $13.02. I gave him a twenty. He gave me back six bucks and and turned around like it was a done deal. I was like, “Hey, where’s the rest of my change?”

He acted all confused, like he didn’t know what I was talking about for a second, and then he gave back another dollar, leaving me two cents ahead. So the cab driver gave ME a tip! I thanked him, wished him a nice day, and got out of the cab.

After I walked into my place, I emptied out my pockets and realized that I had a bunch of change on me. I could have totally given the jackass his two cents back, but I was that glad I didn’t.

Fuck that guy.