Laughing All The Way

All this before 9:30.

This morning I grabbed a cab to work, Bruce was here and at a hotel in town, so I stayed with him, plus I have a mutant blister on the bottom of my foot. The cab driver must have assumed that I was an out of town visitor and promptly took me in the opposite direction from where I wanted to go.

When I looked up and realized that we were what would have been half the distance to my work, but in the entirely wrong direction, I asked where he was going and why. He then gave me some song and dance about traffic in the financial district and he was going around it. To go around the traffic in Boston, I am pretty sure you have to get on a boat and go to Canada (hey Livi!) then take a bus down through Maine and then parachute from a helicopter above the Charles River then float into work with my life preserver.

When I pointed this out to the cab driver he said that he knew what he was doing, I said no he didn�t and accused him of trying to pad his fare. He took umbrage at this and threw me out of the cab. I demanded that he drive me back to the hotel. I got out, refusing to pay the man, and got in the next cab waiting. The fare is normally about $9. The cab driver in the second cab felt bad about sitting at a light too long in traffic and turned off the meter at $7.35. I gave him $10. It�s nice to get someone who doesn�t totally suck.

Plus I lost my favorite sunglasses. I know I wore them home last night. I remember my looking at my shadow as I was walking up Tremont Street and the glasses were on top of my head. When I went to pack this morning they were gone. They aren�t in either of my bags and I called the hotel to see if they were found by housekeeping. Nothing. I am sure they fell between the bed and the nightstand or something. Dang. I love those glasses. It�s going to be a long time before I find another go-to pair like those.

I think you had the same cab driver Sarah & I had on the way to the airport.  I mean, the man drove us in a big ass circle and didn’t think we’d notice. 

As for the shades… That sucks.  Were they the ones you bought here?

I was thinking of your ride when this all happened.

Yeah, the glasses I bought when I was in Texas dissapeared somewhere in the Hyatt in Boston.

I tried a different pair this morning, it was all wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. I can’t handle having wrong sunglasses on for the rest of the week. I am going scouting after work tonight.

bahaha! I haaaate when that happens. 

Happened to me in London earlier this year (although we were with locals and made LOUD conversation in the back about how IT’S THAT WAY and GEE WHY WOULD HE GO THIS WAY? and then promptly got distracted by a Harrods display window).

also happened earlier this year HERE where I ended up on a 25 minute ride to work (normally 8 minutes, tops) where I ended up yelling at the dude (bilingually - how very Canadian of me) about his directional stupidity, or like practising for his lead role in the off-off-off-Broadway production of I KNOW YOU KNOW YOU THINK WHERE YOU’RE GOING BUT IN FACT I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE NOT GOING BUT GOING THERE ANYWAY MAYBE. 

also, the boyf left his sunglasses somewhere in Hong Kong 6 months ago and I’m *still* hearing about their never-matched beauty and how he can still see them hanging merrily from the seat-pocket on that Cathay Pacific flight.  I am so familiar with the trauma myself I lapse into tears every time, especially when I think of that purple/silver pair from mid-2004. 

and then we drink.

Suckville!!! I had a day like that yesterday. I hope things get better. I like that you sassed the jerky driver!