A taxi rider’s bill of rights includes the right to a “smoke free ride, including incense”, so I was a tad aghast when I asked my cabbie tonight to put out his fucking cigarette, which he responded with a grumble and a rear view mirror glare.

Perhaps I’m in the wrong when I assume the role of the fucking customer.

Tip = $0.

for those of you that either live in New York City, or have at least visited the big apple, you surely have taken a cab. what adds to the fun of riding in those yellow rockets, is the morning commute to work.

there’s no feeling like it on earth when you blaze past a cyclist at 50mph, whilst almost scraping against his handlebars. there’s no substitute for safety.

new york cabbies - bunch of tunnel-visioned half breed crazy bastards!