Dear DC Taxis…
Monday, March 31st, 2008When I step into your cab, I have a priority. It is to reach Point-B from whichever Point-A that you find me. Not once in my DC taxi experiences have any of you lot uttered the words “no problem” when I tell you I am going to my destination unless I chartered you on a website or phone appointment. All I hear is how you are only going to Virginia…or how you won’t get a return fare on the way back into the city on Rhode Island Avenue. I feel you internally complaining and hear you let loose the not-so-subtle vocal utterances. One of you, after my statement of how it’s the law that you comply with destination requests, actually said “fuck the law” quite loudly and sped off. 20 of you in a row have refused me in a single try to get home. And ya know what? This is why you are going metered. Because of your bad apples, we’re finally regulating your applesauce. I hope you’re happy. You have driven this decision. You thought getting good air-conditioning made you gods that could refuse 70 year old ladies a ride 2 miles in length, all for the sake of the multiple city fares you could knock out in the same length of time. Yeah…I have watched you say no to generations who have done more for you than anyone ever has and ever will. I have watched you snub the disabled and the pregnant, even in bad weather, for coffee-toting yuppy-wannabies who could do much better to walk that 7 blocks instead of lazily spending the 8 bux you magically turn into 12. I hope you’re happy. I hope one day we don’t need you at all.

