Fairly uneventful. Surprisingly busy. There were only about 15 cabs out from our co. to start the night, but they petered out early so there ended up being about 8 out, me being one of them. Then it got busy. Steady almost all night, and no real stories other than this one.
I get sent to pick up a dude at a bar downtown and take him home to Beaverton 'round about 1a. He was pretty far gone into his drink when I got to him. Fortunately not ill, but he was def angry. And I didn't even realize how angry he was until about 10 minutes into the ride. He was fairly quiet most of the ride then I hear ...
He: I fucking HATE Thanksgiving.
Me: Good thing it only comes around once a year then.
He: Ya wanna know why I hate it?
Me: Uhm, sure. Whatchagot?
He: My fucking family. I hate having to spend time with my fucking family.
Me: Wow. Sorry.
He: My fucking family.
He: They're so damned ... greedy.
He: You know what I mean?
Me: Um, no.
He: Bullshit. Your family has to be the same way, they all are.
Me: I don't think they all are. Maybe it's just the way you're perceiving it.
He: Oh no. They're all greedy motherfuckers.
Me: Well, sorry.
He: Shit. You're working now because you hate your family too right? It's the only reason to be working on Thanksgiving isn't it?
Me: Well, no. Not the only reason. And no, I don't hate my family.
He: Then why are you working?
Me: 'Cuz I'm a greedy bitch. grin
He: Shit. You're lying. You hate your family. Admit it.
Me: No. I don't. And yes, I am a greedy bitch.
He: I don't believe that. If you were you'd be taking me the long way. What's the deal? Why you working? C'mon now.
He: Of course.
Me: I don't have any family.
He: What? Really?
Me: Yup. No family, no man, no kids. I'm always the one that works on holidays so everyone else can be with their family.
He: Wow. That's sad.
Me: Doesn't seem to bother me much. ;o)
He: So, single huh?
He: So you don't have to be at home during the holidays.
He: You don't have to ... buy presents for anyone.
Me: Other than myself, nope.
He: FUCK! You don't have to celebrate birthdays? Anniversary's! No fucking Christmas presents! No fucking obligatory weddings! No God-damned birthdays! Visiting the fucking in-laws!
And he went on like this for a bit. Spewing out all his anger. If it hadn't have been so sad it might have been funny.
He: I bet you have a nice fucking car too huh?
Me: Nope. I drive a 15-yr old pick up. Uglier'n hell.
He: BullSHIT! You're lying!! You have all kinds of money for car payments and nice clothes. FUCK!! I fucking HATE Thanksgiving!!!
Me: Um, wow. We're here.