I'd been feeling a tad bummed lately about not being able to go to BlogHer this year. I mean, the prospect of having a new bebe mitigates that (like, A LOT), but even so, I had such a great time there last year, and would love to see/meet so many of the people who are planning to go this year. Plus, I've been so spoiled the past few months, getting to hang out with Moose and Holly in San Francisco... Ali in NYC... as well as these lovely ladies... ...And y'know, pretty much seeing Heather B. more often lately than I see most family members. (I'm SORRY, Grandma! I'll call more!)
Yes, I was seriously going through Blogging Goddess Withdrawal (look it up on WebMD), so just imagine my glee when my internet soul sister informed me that she would be making a quick trip to NYC...and then Heather told me she'd be coming to town too, and pulled together a group of Blogging Goddesses the likes of which NEARLY MADE MY HEAD EXPLODE.
I'm not kidding:
(l-r: me, Isabel, Deb, Sarah B., Whoorl, Heather B., Rebecca)
I had a fabulous time with them, and have concluded that, rather than dwelling on not going to BlogHer, I should focus my energies on planting my ass firmly here and just sort of mentally willing every blogger I adore to keep visiting NYC. It should work, right?
Of course, since the evening was so unbelievably lovely, something had to come along and muck it up, and that something was a New York City cab driver named Singh.
Singh picked me up after the get-together, and we began our drive to my home. (And although this has nothing to do with anything, recounting this tale reminds of the time I was in college, got into a cab with some friends...and noticed on the driver's ID placard that the driver's name was Mahboob. MAHBOOB, people. I mean, my God, it's funny now (to me, anyway), so just imagine the impact this name had on a group of extremely drunk college students. Unfortunately, this was back in the time before cameraphones, so there was no way to capture an image of THE BEST NAME EVER.)
Where was I? Oh yeah. Singh, that bastard.
So Singh and I were driving along, we hit a bit of traffic, and he veered off the highway. I couldn't really understand what he was saying, but I picked up a few words, specifically "bathroom" "subway" and "leave." I was slightly alarmed, but told myself had left because he was trying to take side roads to escape the highway congestion.
I asked in a nervous, yet jovial! booming! cheerful! voice where we were going, and I again caught him saying something about the subway.
We soon pulled up to an actual subway station, and I asked him what was going on...and pieced together that he had to go to the bathroom, so he was kicking me out of the cab, and telling me to take the subway. A subway that goes nowhere near my home. Did I mention that it was late at night? Because it was.
He asked me to pay, and (despite being the type of person who recently tipped after an awful haircut) I vehemently refused to give him the full fare. He told me that the subway would be quicker than the highway. I explained that I didn't really care about his thoughts on the most efficient means of transportation for me, I just wanted a cab ride directly to my house, and that he shouldn't have picked me up if he couldn't provide this service. He told me, "bathroom! bathroom!" again, and pleaded with me to leave the cab. I did...but not before writing down his name and cab ID. Singh sped off, presumably to go to the damn bathroom, and I waited on the street corner for almost ten minutes until an available cab came along.
Now...here's my ethical dilemma:
I was obviously PISSED about this turn of events, and would like nothing more than to report ol' Singh for some vague violation of the NYC Taxicab Rider Bill of Rights (yes, such a thing exists), and generally being an ass for leaving me against my will on a random street corner late at night. But...cab drivers in NYC aren't generally known for their wealth, and the guy probably had to go to the bathroom quite badly. So...do I report him and risk him getting fined? Or do I just let the offense go and hope some good karma will come my way in return?
What would you do? I'm genuinely curious.