A few years back in Chicago, I was on Michigan Ave hailing a cab in the middle of the afternoon. I'm a little white girl, and if I recall correctly was probably wearing jeans and a t-shirt that day. Standing on the same corner, also trying to hail a cab, was a businessman in a suit. He was black.
After I watched three cabs flagrantly pass him by, I got pissed. So I finished my cigarette, hailed the next cab, held the door for him to get in, and wished him a nice day.
Not three days later, I left a nightclub and flagged a cab. I get in, he pulls out, and I tell him my neighborhood. He promptly stops the damn car and refuses to take me, claiming that my neighborhood was too dangerous to drive to.
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Date: 2008-08-21 11:53 am (UTC)After I watched three cabs flagrantly pass him by, I got pissed. So I finished my cigarette, hailed the next cab, held the door for him to get in, and wished him a nice day.
Not three days later, I left a nightclub and flagged a cab. I get in, he pulls out, and I tell him my neighborhood. He promptly stops the damn car and refuses to take me, claiming that my neighborhood was too dangerous to drive to.
No good deed goes unpunished, I guess.