I went out last night to some of my regular haunts.
Hell, I just secured regular employment so I think I’m due for a little celebrating.
Like most Chicagoans out on Friday night, I made a late night food run to McDonalds.
I hailed a cab---cab 6215---heading south on Clark Street with the intent of going home.
Unfortunately for me, my driver must have missed that part in taxi 101 where he takes me to where I want to go.
Now I’d tell you his name but he wouldn’t reveal his name and he was a little less forthcoming about taking his hand from over his taxi license.
Nonetheless---the drama jumped off when I gave him my address and wanted to go home.
Immediately he told me that he had no gas.
I replied, “No worries, go ahead and find some gas.”
He pulled into the BP station at Wabash & Roosevelt.
At least he was heading south which was a step in the right direction.
That’s when he dropped the bomb.
“You’re gonna have to pre pay your fare.”
I started to get that old familiar feeling.
Why do I keep on running into cabbies that won’t take me home?
Naturally, 911 was contacted.
And like the last time, the police took the side of the cabbie.
At least this time they seemed sympathetic but the result was still the same.
The cab driver told them that I because I was on the phone talking to someone about the situation, that he “Didn’t feel comfortable driving me.”
Implying that I was setting him up for some type of misfortune.
I explained to Officers Evans and Lee (Beat 133) that I simply wanted to go home and when I gave him the address of where I was going, all of the problems started.
First the no gas story, then the demand for prepayment---he clearly didn’t want to take me to my destination which is a violation of the municipal code.
If my memory is correct, the officers said that they couldn’t make him take me anywhere and that this was a civil matter.
They suggested that I get out and take another cab.
I got out and walked away but not before getting the bright idea to turn back and use the camera option on my cell phone. I have a picture of the placard that faces
the customer in the back seat but not much else.
It seems the driver was a little camera shy.
So here I go again.
I’ll file another complaint and wait till it grinds its way through the Department of Consumer Services.
All I wanted to do was go home.
A simple request, really. Why do some people have to make it so hard?