I LOVE the credit card machines in cabs. They're so convenient! But boy, do the drivers hate them.
I took a cab home tonight from Naked Angels mostly because it was cold out but also because I'm just so tired lately. When we got to my corner, I swiped my credit card with glee, and asked for the receipt (which the screen TELLS you to do).
The cab driver got really defensive immediately and started saying, "Just wait, just wait" and holding up his hand, like I was harrassing him or something.
When I asked him if there was a problem, he started going off about how long the credit card takes and how it "wastes three minutes."
I said, "It's not my fault. It's not my fault for taking advantage of a service that's being offered to me."
He snapped, "Yes! It IS your fault! You do not have cash for $6 cab ride and you make me wait for credit card!"
"Blame the Taxi & Limousine Commission," I said, and he handed me my receipt.
I opened the door, making sure that I would be able to safely exit the backseat (remembering my Saturday night). I then jutted my head through the partition in the bulletproof glass and I snarled, "Oh, and by the way, I did have the cash."
He started yelling at me but I'd already slammed the door and started sauntering away, so I couldn't hear his tirade.
And it's true. I did have the cash. But I need to save that for tipping bartenders and paying for cabs that don't take credit cards.
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