I hate taxis

Riding home in a taxi tonight reminds me how much I hate them. My driver tonight didn’t notice that I needed to put my bags in the trunk, didn’t unlock my door (I reached through the window), and didn’t even start the meter until I asked him to. His gas light came on during the drive, and I have to pay cash or they give me a hard time. (I’ve blogged about that before)

Just get me home.