Once or twice a week I will go out for drinks with a few coworkers at the end of a late shift. We go to the local dive bar, have a few rounds, and leave around closing time. Then we have the unfortunate task of going back home. We call a cab, pile in, and tell him that we will be making a few stops but we will tip well. We bicker over where to go first and who will be dropped off last. It’s important to communicate with each other and the driver, which is easier said than done because everyone is slightly wasted. The first person to get dropped off never pays as much as they should and they slip away before anyone notices. The second and third people to get dropped off pay more to compensate for the first person not contributing what they should have. And the last person to get dropped off doesn’t have to pay as much because of the second and third person overcompensating, but they have to ride alone with the cab driver and apologize for everyone else’s behavior. This is the joy that is a shared cab ride. But it beats taking the bus.
Critically Rated at 8/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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