It was a Yellow cab, making a left from southbound congress, onto Caesar Chavez, headed into the hotel’s parking lot. Bad Yellow cab driver. Bad – bad Austin Yellow Cab driver who was driving number 75 (a mini-van), with at least two fares in the back, looked like tourists. At 5:02 PM, Tuesday afternoon. The driver was talking on the phone and as I looked up as I crossed the street, he gestured with the open phone in his hand. I didn’t quite catch what he was saying; however, as a pedestrian, when the “walk” light is on, as it was, just a little reminder to the professional cab drivers: the pedestrian has the right of way. Hint: I wasn’t the only pedestrian in the crosswalk, between the lines. I just got the ire. I was tempted do something stupid like return a salute, but mini-van versus pedestrian? Vehicle usually wins the first round, and the second round, in court, isn’t much good, posthumously.
I’d start a Yellow Cab Boycott, but I’ve known several drivers that I’ve sincerely liked. Still, if those were tourists, it would leave a bad impression. Wouldn’t do me much good to just have a picture, after the fact, either, from my friends at the police department, as I understand it, the driver’s face must be clearly visible, and I hardly think a rictus of rage conveys the proper meaning.
Fish on:
Look, these are not big fish. Hardly any size, not that size matters, but it’s solid proof that I was fishing for a little while, and that I enjoyed the experience, and that some of the fish like me. Although, in one shot, that little one looks angry.
With that malicious look in his wee little bass eye, I can imagine he’s thinking, “Fooled me once, shame on me, fooled me twice, shame on me, next time, buster, you’re going down.”
As one might surmise, the wee little fishes do not strike terror in my heart. Bad yellow cab drivers are another story.
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