*ding ding* FIGHT!
I almost beat the shit out of a cabbie on 4th Avenue yesterday.
As I was walking down the sidewalk, a couple was headed toward me on a tandem bike. The woman on the back lost her footing on the pedals, and the man was pedaling slow while she got situated. A cab ran up behind them, yelled at them, gunned his engine, and laid on the horn as he passed them. Then he did the same to another cyclist a block ahead, and veered into the parking lot of a bar.
All the pink libs just stood there and gawked. (One guy yelled. Good for him.) But I'm always looking for a legitimate heroic excuse to beat the fuck out of someone, so I decided to go give the cabbie a good talking to.
As I was walking his way, he came tearing out the back exit of the bar and back up toward 4th, still yelling at random pedestrians in the street. He was looking the other way as he approached the intersection and would have run me down if I wasn't watching him.
I kicked the headlight of his van, which unfortunately didn't break. He jumped out and came at me, swearing - a fat little Mexican, about 5'3". I just stood there, grinning. The little bitch got about five feet from me and turned around. Fuck! I wanted him to swing at me so I could crack his head open on the pavement.
Anyway... I called his dispatcher, who pretended not to speak English as soon as he realized I was complaining. I threatened to call the cops, but I didn't, 'cause fuck the police. But somebody did, because the place was swarming a few minutes later. The cabby was smart and got the hell off 4th Ave.
I'll be looking out for him, though... green van with a tag ending in 799.
As I was walking down the sidewalk, a couple was headed toward me on a tandem bike. The woman on the back lost her footing on the pedals, and the man was pedaling slow while she got situated. A cab ran up behind them, yelled at them, gunned his engine, and laid on the horn as he passed them. Then he did the same to another cyclist a block ahead, and veered into the parking lot of a bar.
All the pink libs just stood there and gawked. (One guy yelled. Good for him.) But I'm always looking for a legitimate heroic excuse to beat the fuck out of someone, so I decided to go give the cabbie a good talking to.
As I was walking his way, he came tearing out the back exit of the bar and back up toward 4th, still yelling at random pedestrians in the street. He was looking the other way as he approached the intersection and would have run me down if I wasn't watching him.
I kicked the headlight of his van, which unfortunately didn't break. He jumped out and came at me, swearing - a fat little Mexican, about 5'3". I just stood there, grinning. The little bitch got about five feet from me and turned around. Fuck! I wanted him to swing at me so I could crack his head open on the pavement.
Anyway... I called his dispatcher, who pretended not to speak English as soon as he realized I was complaining. I threatened to call the cops, but I didn't, 'cause fuck the police. But somebody did, because the place was swarming a few minutes later. The cabby was smart and got the hell off 4th Ave.
I'll be looking out for him, though... green van with a tag ending in 799.