Where’s hammerhead when you need him?
I hate to have to drop a $20 bill to get to work, all the more so when the only person to blame is myself for oversleeping. Oh well, at least I’m sleeping again. But when I finally flag down a taxi, I expect the cabbie to actually know how to get from the Castro to Fisherman’s Wharf.
Honestly, I have no idea whether taking Franklin would be faster than some other option. I just know that a car will get me there faster than the bus. I expect a cab driver to actually know how to get from point A to point B in this city. Sure, not everyone has all the shortcuts, but AAAAARGH. This is from one common destination to another.
Well, he got me here in 20 minutes, which left me only 10 minutes late to work, and that’s 40 minutes faster than taking the bus would have been. It’s time for me to wind up the alarm clock again. I seriously can’t afford a $20/day transportation habit at this point.
I was at home drinking
I was at home drinking coffee.
Which way did he go? Franklin? Or were you wishing he’d taken Franklin? That’s most likely what I would have done. Market>Franklin>North Point>etc.
But if Franklin super-sucked, I’d probably have given up on it and shot over to Larkin or Leavenworth or even Taylor.
He went Market to Franklin.
He went Market to Franklin. If I’d picked him up pointed northbound on Castro, Divisidaro to something like Bush to Franklin might have been better, but a U‑Turn from the middle late southbound on Castro at market is not only illegal, it’s just insane.
What bothered me was not so much that he picked the wrong route; the route was fine. I even like it when cabbies ask me how I want to go. It gives me the opportunity to tell them I’m in a hurry. I said what I usually say: “whatever’s fastest.”
This time there was a long pause and finally he said, “no, really, I don’t know which way to go.”