"Do you need me to look it up, or can you direct me?" She can direct me.
I set aside my misgivings about her slightly off-balance eyes; I mean she looks like a harmlessly eccentric mother of several, albeit a slightly drunk one.
But... when I take the 4th Plain exit she yells at me that she had said to go downtown. "You said it was near downtown, but to take 4th Plain!" I'm heading for downtown; she tells me to turn on 12th, and then yells at me a few blocks later for passing it.
"Lady, 12th doesn't even cross 4th Plain, what the hell?!"
Now she's pissed, telling me every cab driver in town knows where the chapel is (yeah, right), and "you had better call this in, right now, you had better call this in."
"Jesus Christ, lady...."
"Don't you swear about my Jesus!" Her voice is like a steel trap. She starts pushing wildly at all the buttons on my console, reaching for my microphone.
"Oh, now wait just a minute here!" I pull over. "OK, now you're being a crazy bitch."
If her eyes were off-balance before, now they're completely over the edge. "That's verbal assault. You're under citizen's arrest." And she makes off with my cab key. [TO BE CONTINUED]



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