A DC Taxicab-Hatin' Blog Would Probably Get More Hits than This One
Have I mentioned how much I fucking hate the cabs in DC? After braving the Cherry Blossom Festival on Saturday, we headed over to the National Gallery of Art to check out the excellent Cézanne exhibit. Realizing that we parked our car nearly two miles away, we thought to ourselves that we could just cab the distance for a nominal fee since we would only travel within one zone and be able to walk the rest of the way. Little did we know that we were in for one of the most outrageously priced taxi rides The Upstate Life has ever experienced. We hailed a cab and told him to go to 22nd and Constitution. It took a lot longer than usual to get to our destination due to all the festival traffic, but once we hit 22nd Street, Rachel told the driver "right here". Instead, however, the asshole drove past 22nd and stopped at 23rd, asking for $10.50! Basically, the driver deliberately drove an extra block to make the fare come out to a two zone charge. This guy must've assumed we were tourists by trying to pull a fast one over us, but with one of us being a DC resident and the other living right outside the District, we would have none of it. We bitched out the guy telling him we said 22nd and not 23rd so we wouldn't have to cross zone boundaries, but the driver snapped back saying "You're wasting too much of my time, I do not have time for this" but in far worse broken English. So there you have it, only in DC will a mile and a half cab ride for two people roughly cost you $11. I mean, come on, I would've rather spent that on the new Vines CD. On second thought, scratch that. That would've been way more wasteful.