I'm not a big fan of taxicabs, but after a few drinks, it makes sense to call for one.
Last Friday night, my wife and I enjoyed a fun, chaotic evening at the home of friends living a few kilometres away. When it came time to make our way home, I knew that driving was not an option. No argument there—if NASA could replicate Randy’s cocktails, they could replace the solid rocket boosters thrusting the space shuttle into orbit.
My preferred mode of transport home that night was of the biped variety. It was a nice evening for a walk, so why not get some exercise and work-off the calories—not to mention the firewater? A sound plan all around I figured. My wife figured differently.
She insisted on calling a cab, money and wait-time be damned. I explained in the calmest manner that it would be easier and quicker to crawl home on broken glass blindfolded than to get a cab late on a Friday evening in Vancouver. Damn those cab companies.
“How long will that be?” “Five minutes, great we’ll be out front”. Did I hear that correctly?! No way a cab was arriving within five minutes I said—and I was right; it arrived in four.
We were quickly whisked home for a few pennies shy of a ten-spot. The driver was efficient and courteous, and the cab was clean and odour-free. Overall, I was impressed with the experience; it was far from what I had expected in a multitude of ways.
So, if you’re like me and would rather crawl home on broken glass blindfolded than hope for a positive experience at the will of cab companies, I have to argue in favour of the hacks and say that sometimes, a cab makes sense. Especially when your wife says it does.
Have your even taken a cab in your city? What do you think of them?
Last Friday night, my wife and I enjoyed a fun, chaotic evening at the home of friends living a few kilometres away. When it came time to make our way home, I knew that driving was not an option. No argument there—if NASA could replicate Randy’s cocktails, they could replace the solid rocket boosters thrusting the space shuttle into orbit.
My preferred mode of transport home that night was of the biped variety. It was a nice evening for a walk, so why not get some exercise and work-off the calories—not to mention the firewater? A sound plan all around I figured. My wife figured differently.
She insisted on calling a cab, money and wait-time be damned. I explained in the calmest manner that it would be easier and quicker to crawl home on broken glass blindfolded than to get a cab late on a Friday evening in Vancouver. Damn those cab companies.
“How long will that be?” “Five minutes, great we’ll be out front”. Did I hear that correctly?! No way a cab was arriving within five minutes I said—and I was right; it arrived in four.
We were quickly whisked home for a few pennies shy of a ten-spot. The driver was efficient and courteous, and the cab was clean and odour-free. Overall, I was impressed with the experience; it was far from what I had expected in a multitude of ways.
So, if you’re like me and would rather crawl home on broken glass blindfolded than hope for a positive experience at the will of cab companies, I have to argue in favour of the hacks and say that sometimes, a cab makes sense. Especially when your wife says it does.
Have your even taken a cab in your city? What do you think of them?