gross cab ride!!!

[antiv03]

So earlier this evening I was going to meet a friend for dinner, and was running late. I hailed/hopped into the first cab I could find. I sit down, all of a sudden an INTENSE smell of v* hits me! GAH!!! I look below my feet, and sure enough, the evidence was still there, fresh from last night [img]smileys/smilies_11.gif[/img]I was SO tempted to get out of the cab but I was really late, so I just moved over to the seat next to me and opened the window to get some fresh air. UGGH!!! No wonder it was the only available cab I could find!

Anyone else have any similar/gross cab stories? (or funny, non-v* related ones? [img]smileys/smilies_04.gif[/img] )

[tiffclausing]

This is a non-v* cab story.

I just moved to Chicago a little over a year ago. My first time downtown we pretty much just walked around. We ended up walking a bit too far out of our way and needed to get back to the train station by a certain time. Right in front of this really nice hotel were lines and lines of cabs. I saw this really clean, black new car sitting there with this pleasant looking old man. I pointed it out to my husband. He says to me, "no, I want a yellow one" and walked toward this beat up old piece of junk with some guy who had a really thick accent. Not exactly sure what it was. Anyway, pile in (myself, a friend of ours, and my husband). My husband tries to shut the door and with the 3 of us squished into the back he couldn't get it shut. He turns around and calls my 280lb 6'3" husband and little girl. We laugh, he takes off like a bullet! I literally was hanging on for my life as this guy cut off traffic, blew red lights, ate his lunch, and hung out the window and yelled at girls. I wanted to kiss the ground once I got out but I'm afraid of germs! He he! Needless to say, I will never listen to my husband again when it comes to downtown transportation.