Taxi Driver

A wannabe Travis Bickle in a green-​colored van-​taxi tried to kill me on my ride home from work today. It tried to squeeze me off of the road three times, the last time it cut me off, slammed on its brakes, and went up on the curb. Apart from blessing him with a few choice words and the ubiquitous hand benediction, and thereby amusing the hell out of a carful of people in the other lane, there wasn’t much I could do. I was too busy trying not to crash to get the number of the cab, or even the cab company’s name. So if you know which cab company drives forest green vehicles, let me know. I’d like to give their management a piece of my mind too, since they almost got a lot more than a pound of my flesh.