I swear I don't get why cabbies ask me for directions. All over the world, literally, they ask how to get where I'm trying to go.
It's one thing to ask, Bridge or tunnel? Rock Creek to Connecticut or Porter?; or, 509 to West Seattle or I-5 to the Bridge? THAT, I get.
But when the dude asks, "Where is that?"
Well, I'm the stranger in town, you know, in the back of the cab.
THAT YOU PICKED UP AT THE AIRPORT.
Just felt I had to say that.
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