I really miss the ocean.

I live in a city of a million people. For the most part it's full of great people. Last night, I interacted with one of the shitty ones.

I left work at a little after 4AM, which is much later than I normally would, and stepped outside and grabbed a cab. I told the driver where I was going, he repeated it back, and of we went. Almost immediately, his phone started to ring. Now understand, I have a friend that taught me a few choice words in hindi over the course of many years working together. I'd be hard pressed to remember them at the best of times, but I do recognize them when I hear them. Dude was talkin' shit. I don't know if it was about me or somebody else... but still, don't do that man. You're supposed to be a professional. Anyway, the first time he took the "long way around the block" I didn't really care, it was late and I just wanted to get home. Then he took another wrong turn. I was all "why aren't you staying on Bow Tral?" and he says to me "it's faster". At 4 AM, even in a city of 1 million, traffic doesn't exist man! I was really getting peeved now. then he sails right by ANOTHER turn and I was all "WHOA! Where are you going man!!!" he says "you said 30th" and I said, "yeah, and you just passed it. Why are you taking the scenic route?" and all he said was "sorry" under his breath. Then he's creeping along, 8 blocks from my house, so I said "hey man, it's a ways up the street still, I thought you wanted to be faster." He said nothing. I'm assuming he thinks that since I came out of a hotel, I wasn't a local or something and he tried to fleece me. Frickin' cab usually costs less than $12. Last night, almost $15. What the fuck. I'm not impressed. This guy was every bad, sketchy cabbis from every movie all rolled in to one. What an ass.