i could try and tell you about the cab right we had in san francisico last night. i really could. i could tell you that we couldn't find a cab to get to our restaurant and that we had to get in a cab with two other people - each going different places themselves - like a colectivo in mexico....i could tell you that the driver didn't go the right way for the first passenger jennifer and she started telling him he was going the wrong way and the driver started getting mad at her. then i could try and tell you how upset the driver got when ramesh, the other passenger, told him he had no idea where he was going. then stopped and starting yelling and at ramesh and kicked him out of the cab near our hotel. he finally got jennifer to her place and we started to our restaurant. i could try and somehow relate the erratic driving, the hard on the brakes followed by excessive speeds down market street. the turning up loud of the classic rock station. the swearing that came out of his mouth made me blush. really.
wen we finally got near Range, late, the traffic was crawling and he was still driving like an asshole and we decided to get out of the cab and walk. i threw some money on his front seat and we fucked off. then we heard him yelling from his car at me/us. driving slowly along following us as we walked towards the restaurant. he was laughing out the car window at us. telling me i was an idiot. that i was a fucking stupid white boy. telling us to fuck off. over and over. i gave him my best spanish swearing and away we went.
to dinner.
we had a few drinks.
the report on range will come later. i can't tell you right now how great it was...but it was.
i need some coffee.
g. xo
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