Have you ever felt like you just wanted to yell....I mean loud! That's me right now. Yelling. Being the level headed, sensitive, seasoned, and laid back traveler that I am, I still have a few tiny things that get me rilled up. Yes, I realize it's not pretty but I'm going to get some help for it. I promise. TAXIS are my biggest pet peeve on earth. I seem to have some kind of deep dark evil past with a cheeping taxi driver. While my previous history includes a minor scuffle in NYC, getting out in the rain in Shreveport, LA, getting out in the worse part of a Mexican barrio, along with various shouting and yelling confrontations over the years, I don't consider myself that hard to deal with. I just want to be treated fairly. Is that too much to ask? Today was a return trip back to my hotel that costs 4 times the price of the original trip. Same route. And yes this Taxis had a meter. The only trouble was this meter was moving so fast that it looked like the screen on the 1000 penny pay outs for a one cent slot machine. We are talking NASA altitude fast. I was at the original price before we got 50 feet from where he picked me up. When I question him about it he told me in broken English that we were taking the long way back to my hotel. Well, hit me with a frying pan...that was good news. All I could think of to do was pull out a pen and write down every number I could find. Of course he had no ID like the first cab. I wrote down his current radio station, the phone number, is vehicle number which was more like the expiration date and then made up a few for good measure. I mumble trip advisor, tourist police, regular police, US embassy and really none of those seemed to rattle him. In the end I paid the fair of course. That will show him. Now I'm cranky and stressed and in need of a cocktail. I bet he will think twice about ripping me off again.
I'm walking from now on.
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