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Originally posted by Serenity:
Although I don't live in NYC anymore  , I was born and raised there. My pet peeve is that I can't stand really friendly cab drivers. What is wrong with me? 
I hate when they try to make conversation like I'm some type of tourist. I'm like, "Hey, buddy what the hell is this...the Sally Jesse Raphael Show? Why are you trying to be all up in my business?" I'm saying.... Dang! Just drive! There's places I gotta be....
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I am just laughing my ass off here, because I FEEL THE SAME WAY!! I thought I was just a beotch! I did this to a NYC cab driver once when I was home from school. I was picked up at Penn Station and he starts chatting away! He asks me, "So, how old are you?" I go "90!" He says "You look more like 20.." He thought I was SERIOUS!!! I finally just asked him to just drive. Then, last year, I was on my way to the airport and this cabdriver was one of the worst! First, he is 1 hour late, he smells like dirt underarm, he comes upstairs to get my bag (which he didn't want to do) and asks me if he could use my bathroom because he was diabetic! I felt a little bad, but was not going to let a stranger in my house. Instead, on our next stop, my travel companion let him use the bathroom at our office. Then, he asks me what I do, I lie, he asks me something about that field, I told him I lied and COULD YOU JUST DRIVE?? I was not in the mood to chit chat with a man who made me miss my plane!