I'm not sure why, but there's nothing that activates my rage valve quite like a NYC cab driver who has no clue where the fuck he's going...and then asks ME FOR MOTHERFUCKING DIRECTIONS.
I mean, am I alone here??
To me, this is the equivalent of going into a restaurant, ordering a Greek omelet from the menu and then having the waiter say: "yes, sure, but you're going to need to come back to the kitchen and show the cook how to make that." Or you get on a city bus and swipe your card and the driver then makes an announcement: "uhm, hi everyone. I'm not exactly sure which way to go...can someone tell me how to get to the next stop??"
There are all these rules and regulations about cab drivers and medallions and all sorts of shit, but apparently there is no requirement that you know where the fuck you're going before you get behind the wheel of a yellow cab.
And while I'm not a complete bitch, I do realize that there's a bit of a learning curve in NYC in terms of finding your way around. But also, with technology today, it's pretty damn easy to get some help. Here is an ad for a "negotiable" GPS listed on craigslist for $35. Google maps is on pretty much every smartphone in existence. I mean, before I moved here, I actually sat down and studied maps of New York, the subway system, and tried to familiarize myself with how the street grids worked.
I'm all for lending a helping hand when someone needs it, but it's kind of annoying when I'm paying you to do something, and you can't do this thing without me telling you HOW to do it.