The cab driver continues driving (not knowing where he’s going) and I ask anxiously, “Sir, sir! Do you know where Benton Street is?”
I turn to Dean and say, “Let’s get out of the cab, this guy has no idea where he’s going.”
But instead of doing what I say, Dean being the nice guy that he is says, “Let me look it up on my phone.”
I’m panicking because I hate wasting money and the cabbie is driving in the exact opposite direction of where we need to be heading.
I scream again to the cabbie, “Do you not know where you’re going? Do you think you can stop the fucking cab instead of running up the meter, since you don’t know where the hell you’re going?”
He looks back and glares at me as if I’m the Wicked Witch of the Tenderloin, “I can’t be expected to know every single street in the city of San Francisco.”
I roar, “This is your job. You are a cab driver, right? Don’t you have a map or a phone?!”
No initiative. Instead, he waits for Dean to give him directions and the whole time I’m writhing like a snake ready to bite. We had to make a U-turn, by the way, adding an extra $6 to the fare. Bear with me, it’s not about the money, it’s about accountability!
I know that one of my big character flaws is that I have a short fuse, but I absolutely cannot stand incompetence. It is a taxi driver’s job to know addresses and sure, I get it if he doesn’t know every single one, but at least have a map on-hand to figure it out. This is not something specialized like anesthesiology or finding the cure for cancer. This is driving a car. Something that 16-year-olds across America know how to do, and they don’t even get paid! If being a taxi driver is your bread and butter, then please have some competence in it! ARGH!!! Bullshit does not sit well with me.