Taxicab.com - They stop randomly anywhere

Taxicab.com. Today's pet peeve: bad taxi drivers. The idiot pictured just randomly stopped and took forever for the his 120 year old passenger to disembark. Park? Use the passenger zone? This monkey driven cab doesn't fly that way.

So eventually the old guy gets out and disappears into the medical building. I was stuck parked there behind the chimp, so I took photos of the area. Monkey boy hopped out of the car "Why are you taking my photo. What are you taking photos for?" (as you'll note-- I have no photos of Washo, just his immobile cab.) Is this why cabbies seem to earn $10,000/year? Are they always brachiating around their cab instead of driving people for money? Maybe...

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Unknown said…
jaja, a real laugh my buddie, when you´ll came here, you ´ll see the monkeys cab drivers island, is a oddysee, from the millionaire walk (you don´t won anything, you are stolen from your debt cards and cross all the city to steal you) until the most weird, scared scene, when a homeless get into a public bus and get out 2 big rats to intimidate all persons and ask for money, and well a lot, lot of stories, that maybe we need a pint to tell, explain all. jajja, but really funny my friend...
10/01/2007 07:56:00 PM
Shawn DeWolfe said…
Daniel, that is awesome. That rat thing theatre thing could fill a sub-plot of a whole comic book series.
10/01/2007 08:19:00 PM
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