Who Else Has This Luck?

here is one of those twilight zone moments i must share.

i tried catching a cab last week, late at night, and realized i didnt have any cold, hard cash. shouldnt be a problem right? now all cabs have debit/credit machines for consumer convenience. think again asshole.

apparently, every cab driver in the city has made a pact to LIE and say that their machines are broken because they do not want you to use them-they don't get their tips immediately; instead, they have to wait a couple of weeks. this sucks, but stop fucking lying about it because you are royally fucking me over.

for some reason, i'm a believer that there will be at least one cabbie out there that won't lie to my face and let me use the machine when i am actually in a time of need. so, being the optimist i am, i flagged a cab down and asked the driver before even getting in, "does your debit machine work?"

to which he smugly replied with a generous head shake, "no."

i was more mad at myself, than him. why? because i had the stupidity to even ask. i can't remember what i said exactly, but it was something along the lines of:

"yeah, that's what they all say. thanks for lying to my face!" and then my friend exclaimed, "we should call the cops!"

no, we didnt call the cops. what i did was walk a few blocks to the MAC to get money. then, i walked a few blocks more and waited for a cab for what seemed like an eternity.

finally, a cab pulled over and i anxiously hopped in. i started rattling off my address when i heard a strange laugh coming from the front seat.

"you got cash this time, huh?" the cabbie said.

just perfect. i managed to hail the same cab that just minutes before i was condemning and threatening to call the 5-0 on. needless to say, it was awkward.