taxi!

i love cabbies in san francisco. well not love. more like semi-dislike. why is it that, after you've spent half of your day flagging a cab down, you hop in and say where you're going (aka "market at gough," which implies that i know where i'm going as opposed to "1702 market"), but instead of just taking you the easiest and fastest way, they give you 5 different options? is this to test whether or not you'r a tourist so they can gouge you for extra money with a scenic tour of the tenderloin? and why do they get mad when you suggest a more direct route? maybe this should be my next job. becca, super duper amazing and no accent taxi driver. but that won't happen because then i'd have to drive. more than a block. better just to call luxor and tip myself with a soy hot chocolate.