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My last cab ride was in Dallas about 2 years ago. I was in town for a convention and jumped in a cab at the airport, Love Field. The smell was my first clue that this was not going to be a pleasant experience. I told " Baghwan " to take me to the Hotel where I was staying. He tossed a KeyMap to me and told me to look it up for him. We were moving at this point and away from the Airport. I tossed it back to him and told him to do his f#$*ing job and take me to the Hotel. The conversation heated up rapidly with him telling me he wasn't taking me anywhere and me telling him what a worthless piece of shit he was. He stopped the cab and we both got out. I grabbed my briefcase and was headed toward a nearby office bldg. to call another cab when " Baghwan " decides to take one last verbal potshot at me calling me a miserable f#$*ing Texas cowboy. Now mind you, I haven't hit anyone in a very long time. Promised my wife I wouldnt do that anymore but busting that sorry-ass raghead in the nose was even better than the first time I had sex at the age of sixteen. Damn but it felt good. I left him there sitting in the street next to his cab and eventually got another cab to my hotel. Who the hell do these people think they are?

A friend and I were threatened with a tire iron after getting into a cab after asking to be driven to downtown Brooklyn from Wall Street(about a two mile drive). He took us on a terrifying ride through Manhattan and we finally were able to escape from the cab by the Hudson River piers.

I had the presence of mind to take down his license number and call the cops. The guy was a Haitian who later forced his wife to lie for him when she testified at the T&L Commission hearing that he was with her that evening. He was found guilty on 5 counts.