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what’s with me and public transportation? lately, we haven’t been getting along. it’s such an exhausting day. i was about to leave work around 8:30pm… tired and really wanted to go home. i was in a bad mood. so i grabbed a cab, went in and told the driver, “Forest Hills, Queens.”

the cab driver turned around, frustrated, and said, “why do i always catch a bad fish?”

WTF? yea, i know Queens is kinda far, but still… “what did you say?”

“WHY DO I ALWAYS CATCH A BAD FISH?”

i got pissed. i started rambling. “don’t you dare blaming me for that….” yadda yadda yadda.

so it didn’t start well. he drove badly too. i get sick easily in a cab. good thing that i was starving, or else, i would’ve puked — and that would get things even more hairy.

i don’t know why i still give him 5 dollar tips. i shouldn’t have.