Category Archives: Taxi Stories

Madison feels like a small town.  Last night I went to the bar with a few co-workers. One bought me a beer because I was kinda low on dough. The band that was playing had another co-worker as the lead … Continue reading →

“Asshole Tax” is one of the terms used by the drivers in my company (mostly by night drivers). It’s part of our vocabulary, but not on-the-record. It basically means this: If you’re an asshole to your cab driver, do not … Continue reading →

I love madison soooo much. It’s almost too much. I had this… ride… friday night that I want to share! yay sharing! Pick up: Kollege Klub When I go to pick up “Brian: party of 2” at the KK someone … Continue reading →

I was supposed to pick up three girls at a bar on State Street around 1 am,  an hour before bar time. As I pull up there’s a girl flailing at me because I’m a taxi. If she’s supposed to be … Continue reading →