Updates... #216?

I have a lot of posts titled, "Updates."

but anywho...

The club(last week?) wasn't exciting (i drank like, 7 vodka tonics in about 50 minutes and left the club by 10:30pm) and adriana's bday was just a normal shit show. nothing extra special to share.

But tonight, a mere thursday, something worth sharing did happen to my roommate and me.

(BTW, I am officially going on spring break. Naples and Miami. I LOVE miami. Couldn't be happier).

But cut to the chase.

Adriana and I take a cab home (3.5 loooong blocks) from that bar, because we don't want to walk in heels. It's a $5.50 fare with tip. We have $3 cash, or we offer to pay with a debit card (which is legit- cabs in Chi have to accept a card, or they can't be in operation).

In front of our building, we tell him, "We can pay with our debit card, or you can take this $3 we have in cash."

He starts yelling and being absurd. Like, literally yelling and laughing at us because we think it is okay to pay with a card without asking his permission before we got in his cab. Adriana gets timid and backs down. I get pissed and yell louder (I have already punched somebody in the chest at the bar, spilling his drink all over himself [ I promise, he deserved it]). He decides the best idea is to take us back to where he picked us up, and not charge anything, (At this point, he has Addie's card, and I have my door open.) He refuses to give us back the card- wants to hold it hostage. This is not okay with me AT ALL. We make a deal (after five more minutes of yelling) and he gives back the card, and I shut the door.

I whisper to Adriana that we are bailing at the first complete stop he makes. He stops, she chickens out. He slows down and I throw my door open; I am not going all the way back to the bar just because this asshole cabbie doesn't have the electronic card reader. I grab my roommate by the upper arm and pull her out of the cab.

Right there, not five feet away from where we bail, is an undercover cop car. Addie notices and tells me. I say, "So what, we didn't do anything wrong," They roll down their windows and ask us if we are okay, and we launch into our story about the inept cabbie. They drive us home, and tell us that our responses to his behavior were called for.

1. We got home for free, and got to yell at a cabbie.
2. I love Chicago cops for a few reasons: they will drive you home from the bar if you are obviously too drunk to walk, no questions asked (though this was not the case tonight), they won't bust underage drinkers, rather they walk into house parties and ask where the keg is (I have witnessed this), they won't stop you with open containers of alcohol, no matter where you are in the city... so really:

The only way to get busted by the Chicago cops is to try selling drugs. Honestly. In the dangerous part of town I live in, unless you are freebasing on the corner by an elementary school, the cops will either leave you alone or help you out.

loving Chicago,
AMK

"I'm a little hoarse tonight. I've been living in Chicago for the past two months, and you know how it is, yelling for help on the way home every night. Things are so tough in Chicago that at Easter time, for bunnies the little kids use porcupines."
Fred Allen, Much Ado About Me, 1956