Taxi stories.

Inspired by an article in the LV Review-Journal, I thought I'd share some quick taxi stories from my Las Vegas trips.

I usually do solo trips.  As a guy in his forties, alone, and frequently slightly inebriated getting into a cab, at least once a trip I get a driver who tells me he knows the best strip club or massage parlor.  No thanks.

I have had drivers ask me if I'm looking to meet women while in town.  I assume that if I say yes he will produce a card with a phone number for a Hot Babe Direct to My Room or some other shady commercial enterprise he will get a kickback for.  Nah, I'm just in town to gamble and have a few drinks.  I'd prefer not to risk a night in jail or a nasty disease.

Once, while riding from the airport to downtown, a driver asked me if I wanted to buy a beer from him for the ride.  I have no idea if that's legal or not, but I actually thought that was a nice service to provide.  I declined, but I found out he actually grew up not to far from me.  He gave me his card and told me to call him if I needed to go to  a strip club.  I took his card, but never made that call.  Nice guy.

As I mentioned in a previous post, all cabdrivers at the airport will try to take you the long way, but it's easy enough to avoid.  Once I was staying at Hooters, which is basically at the end of the airport road.  The guy tried to sell me on the tunnel.  "Traffic very bad now, we take the highway?" 
"No we won't take the highway.  I could walk to the hotel faster than driving the highway. (I think I actually could have).This ain't my first rodeo." (I really didn't say that, but I kinda wish I did). That guy got a not-so-great tip.

Anyway these things annoy the hell out of some people, but I just laugh them off.  I'm in Vegas, I'll be damned if a cab driver will bring me down.