From this week’s S.F. Examiner column: I Drive SF
All good rides are alike, but each shitty ride is shitty in its own unique way.
On Friday, I had a rare douchebag-free night. One fare led to another, almost seamlessly, from rush hour to last call. People were friendly, and the tips were good.
Saturday was the complete opposite. Whether it was the full moon or just bad luck, douchebaggery was at an all-time high.
Read the rest of my gripe about douchebag passengers here…