THE INNER TRAVIS BICKLE

To the clown who called the cab company I [AUTHOR NOTE: THIS “I” IS NOT THE AUTHOR] work for... Last Saturday, the 16th…You called on a primetime Saturday night in the early evening. There are 20,000 doctors in town on convention. There's 4 big weddings downtown and the theater district is hopping. Oyster Fest and Roller Derby are going on and Bay to Breakers has brought probably 50,000 people in town. I've got a call queue of over 40 people waiting to put their orders in, too…You live in the Inner Sunset and want to get…to the Haight…I'm…sorry my co-worker didn't promise you a cab in 10 minutes. I could hear you harassing him through his head set. You're lucky it wasn't me who took your call. He's a naive kid who's still trying to please…like you who can't be pleased. Me? All I can say is I've been in trouble more than once for telling people like you where it’s at. I've got roughly 200 drivers on the road at a given time. Primetime means there's more open orders on the board then there are drivers able or willing to handle them. Do the math…If you require immediate attention or personalized service, then hire a limo or your own personal chauffeur. This is a cab company. It’s a crapshoot under the existing working structure, which your politicians allowed the system to degenerate into…Accept it, deal with it because that's the way it is.

I [AUTHOR NOTE: THIS “I” IS NOT THE AUTHOR] drive for ---…and wish we could evaluate YOU!  Thanks to the lady who heaved in my cab…