does not play well with cabbies

I only take cabs when I am drunk. Just because I feel too lazy about not walking or taking the T to take a cab when I am sober. Unfortunately, I have realized that I become a complete bitch to cabbies once drinking. This means I have to leave the conspiracy theorist in me at the curb and convince myself that the driver is not trying to screw me out of my money and drive me the long way home. This worked overtime last night.

After my ride and thrilling convo with Ubi; a 67 year-old Nigerian great-grandfather with 4 kids (one of which is 25, single and lives in the South End, Ubi asked for them and I was about 2 seconds away from giving him my digits to give to his son), 4 grand kids, and 2 great-grand kids, who when he was younger was a cabbie, then went to school to get his undergraduate degree, 2 masters degrees and then worked high up at a financial institution (some of the details are fuzzy), retired from there and is now a cabbie again part-time because he loves it, and his worst customers are black people (not joke, he said that); I realized that the combination of beer, then RDCs, then beer, may be the perfect concoction to keep me cabbie friendly at the end of the night.

I think I totally gave him a $10 tip, because I was so happy with myself for being so far up his butt and not an asshole. And I was actually interested at the time. I am still not sure if we went the fastest way home though.