Change For A Nickel

It’s about 2AM (Saturday night/Sunday morning) and I had just left the Darkroom night club after hearing DJ Lego, one of my favorite DJs. The music was bumping and so were the people! As usual, I had to get some food to soak up the booze. And nothing soaks up booze better than a giant slice of pizza from the all night pizza joint! I waved down a cab, the guy asked me where I was going before I got in the cab. I told him Palmer Square. As I was trying to open the door this asshole floors it and almost takes my hand with him! You would have thought I was waving a gun at him the way he drove off! It makes you wonder how threatening I was at that moment. Let’s see. I’m pretty drunk and I’m sure my eyes were glazed over. Or maybe it was the giant slice of pizza? Could it have been my destination of Palmer Square which is in the heart of yuppieville Logan Square? Or could it have just been the fact that I’m black?? Who the fuck knows. I just know I was pissed off!

To date, that is definitely the worst case of racial profiling I have ever experienced. Most cab drivers just ignore me. They usually have their ‘for hire’ light on and drive by pretending they don’t see me. There have been several instances of me trying to wave down a cab and the ‘for hire’ light suddenly goes off. That’s pretty bad. But this is the first time someone took the time to pull over and talk to me then jet off. That one pissed me off more than anything. Why even bother stopping? From now on I’m going to start taking down cab companies and licenses then report them. But that means I will have to carry around a pen and paper while I’m buzzed to get this info?? Kind of makes you want to drive when going to the bars!!!

PS- the next cab I waved down took me home.