Taxi Karma

I once refused to get out of a taxi until the taxi driver told me a joke.
(Obnoxious drunk much?)

So it was karma when I hopped into an LA cab late one night, and the driver kept speeding up to cars with women in them, sticking his head out the window, and yelling “Call me baby, call me!”

He was CRAZZY! The first words he uttered to me were "If you want to smoke pot in this car it's fine with me."
Then he kept turning around to talk with me, taking his eyes off the road for looooong periods of time. I was both freaked and kind of amused all at once.

I had no cash so he stopped at a bank. As I walked towards the ATM, he followed me in his cab, arm out the window yelling “Hey baby! What’s your number!” He thought he was hilarious!

I though he was a douche. Thank god the hotel was walking distance from the bank.

And now, before you stop reading… a joke, from comic genius, Anthony Jeselnick:
You don’t know anything about pain – you don’t know ANYTHING about pain, until you’ve seen your own baby, drowned in a tub. And you definitely, don’t know anything, about how to wash a baby. ;)