A Day of Travel (Crazy Cab Driver!)

All I can say about airfare is that I really hope we are not experiencing the exact same torture 100 years from now. Anyway, I knew my travels were not going to be completely lackluster when I hailed a cab, got inside, and heard with the strongest Indian accent imaginable

"Hello there young pup! Who are you? And where are you going?"
"The Cosmos Club..."
"Ahhh... Well then you must be somebody"
"Uhhh... I like to think so"
"Well... to go to the cosmos club you must be a somebody"
"Why?"
"Cause you've got to have more f***king money than god that's why!"

more quotes:

"So your here for the inauguration?"
"Yes"
"Right...."
"????"
"Come on! I know the real reason your here!"
(Unfortunately to find out what I am really doing in D.C. you have to ask me because I am not going to share it on a blog)

*Cab driver next to us cuts off my cab driver (he is clearly arab) Remember the accent!

"They are all F**KING TERRORISTS!!! Every single F**king one of them!"
" *sigh*... who are?"
"All these new cab drivers! They are all turban wearing Pakistanis! Or blacks from Ethopia or some S#@t like that!"
"They come here and all they want to do is f**king blow Sh#t up and take my cab fares!"

"You see that man standing over there?"
"Yes"
"Haha... guy can't get a cab because he's black!"
"That's terrible!"
"Nah... I wouldn't pick him up either."

"Cab driving seems like a decent job"
"Ya it was.... until Bush F**ked it up!!"