I was dropping off a group of partiers in LODO (LOwer DOwntown Denver --10th biggest party/nightclub/dance spot area in the nation for those reading outside Colorado). They exit the cab, and a very drunk yupster (zillion dollar designer khakis, polo t-shirt, 8 zillion dollar toothy smile and 50 dollars worth of crosseyed polluted) jumps in…
Ahh late night cab scammers. Or how to spot a cockroach after 2am in a taxi.
So my last call of the evening I get what I like to think of as "THE COCKROACH CALL". What is that you ask? It's a scumbucket who waits until the suburban area buses quit running after 2am...no phone and almost always a destination to the other side of town. Oh, and the capper...no money. …
If this is KARMA, I want off the ride!
After the last blog post about lunatic assault artists and road rescues, I thought I'd be back to what is considered “normal” in the cabbin' game...picking up folks and taking them places for money. Well last night I got started with a regular customer who needed a lift home and then got the first “bell”…