The Oatmeal
Because one can never have enough Oatmeal
The patience of Job, or whipped…not sure which
So I got a call last night to pick up from an old town Arvada tavern. Picked up the young guy who had walked there to have the bar call the cab. (Their phone was dead.) I took him back to the car that his girlfriend tried to park INSIDE a curb. (Bent the wheel…
This Cabbie rants to his blog!
Okay so not soo much a rant as blank stare at the movie camera....kinda' like Eddie Murphy did in Trading Places when they were trying to teach him about pork bellies in the market. That "you've gotta be f'ing kidding me, right?" look. Its really quite simple. You call the cab. The cab arrives. You…