So you're standing on South Street on Halloween night and need a cab. That's cool. And you see me and my disabled friend drive up in one and decide to start screaming at the driver. That's ok too... no big deal. And as he's trying to find his money, you hop in the front seat... a little creepy but still nothing to bitch about. But dude, did you have to start whining about how long it was taking? But not overtly like the turd you are, but in some weird passive aggressive pussy way that you thought was over everybody's head? "Well... I need to really start discussing where I'm going... HAWR HAWR HAWR" Fuck you, you demented turd. You get in my cab before I'm out of it and then you start complaining because the blind guy who happens to be the cab's current passenger isn't moving at your preferred speed? Please don't ever come to my neighbourhood again. If you live here, please move. —Sit Down, Shut Up and Wait Patiently