I took a cab today to hit a local geocache. On the way there, the cabbie pulled into a gas station and ordered (it was full service) 200 pesos of extra. He turned to me while the attendant was pumping and kept saying "make change." He was motioning to me with some 100 note bills.
I had a notion of what he wanted, but played dumb. To the point that I clearly understood he wanted me to pay his gas. Maybe he thought I was a stupid American and would fall for it. I finally told him "I'm not gonna pay for your gas." He shut up after that and paid his own gas.
Later, I took a cab out to dinner (actually, I'm still at dinner, writing this). My new cabbie apparently didn't know where the restaurant was. Can you guess which one I went to? Yes, I'm at Hooters! Anyway, we drove around for an hour while he kept stopping and asking other cabbies and police where to go. I had even written the address down before I left the hotel and had given him the paper. No one knew where it was.
Being the map geek I am, I had already gotten a bird's eye look at about where it was. I repeatedly told him that it was on the beach. I kept pointing westward, reiterating it was "that way." By the time we finally got here, I had shared an hour of my life with this guy. He pointed to his meter and said it was 190 pesos.
That shit wasn't gonna fly. I gave him 90 and said that's it.
Dammit, I need a beer. Oh hey, my waitress just brought me one.
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