Yup. Woke up to him doing the Storrow-Memorial loop. Then he tried to tell me that his credit card machine was "broken," when all Boston cabs are required to have functioning CC machines. The total was up to $63.00. I told him if his credit card machine was broken he can either have the $10 bill I have on me or Im not paying. He started flipping out and threatening to call the cops and I told him to go for it. He just took the $10 and drove away.
I got stuck on that loop sober as a seventeen year old kid trying to go visit my girlfriend at Mass General from the Cape. It took me about an hour to get from Hyannis to the exit for Mass General. Somehow I got turned around with all the one way streets and spit back out onto Storrow. It took me another hour and ten minutes to actually figure it out. Needless to say, I never made that mistake again.
Ahh the classic "My CC machine is broken". And people wonder why customers are flocking to Uber. I once had a cabbie who had a towel over the console reader, like you would think it wasn't there or something. Some of them get fanatical. My friends younger brother NEVER carried cash. Always got into arguments with cabbies about it. 2-3 different times he had cabbies tell him to get the fuck out just throwing out a $10-$15 fare. I once had a cabbie get PISSED that I didn't use cash on a $40 cab from O'Hare. Claimed customers don't tip properly with a CC (which is BS), and that using a CC doesn't reimburse him for the airport pick up fee. I ended up telling him to fuck himself after the exchange and he stood in my building's driveway yelling at me. The more a cabbie complains about CC, the more I assume he is doing something shifty with his fares.
Yeah its a load of bullshit. Its either the machine is broken or they "forgot" to turn on the meter. If I think they legitimately forget, Ill give them something thats very fair.
I've known people to do it with airplanes back in the 70s. "Houston? How the fuck did I get to Houston?"
Look, how you spend your time after getting inappropriately drunk waiting around for some random person to take you home is your business. I mean, who doesn't like a face full of unidentified spicy meat in their mouth while some tangy cream sauce dribbles down their chin?
I mean, I'm not going to not watch it. Big Adventure was such a bizarre yet awesome movie, I never got why I liked it. I wonder who would win in the octagon - Peewee Herman or Ernest P. Worrell?
I was going to say. Ernest P Worrell has taken many a hardcore beatings, surviving the electric chair only to vanquish his enemies with bolts of lightning from his fingers comes to mind. I'm sure he's got the wherewithal for anything. This is almost like the Superman V. Batman debate. Ernest being the superhuman powerhouse and Pee Wee being the gadget master. I absolutely love Pee Wee's Big Adventure.
Pee-Wee's Big Adventure is a cult classic. Such an original character, Tim Burton's first movie, Large Marge. So many wacky yet quotable scenes. Amazingly it's hardly dated at all.
Ernest used a toilet bomb fired from a catapult to kill construction workers. He fights dirty. Also, he's dead. So advantage Pee-Wee.
It depends if they can summon help or not. Ernest has violent alter egos. Pee-wee could summon Cowboy Curtis.
Wow, uh, I guess I don't know Ernest that well. I only remember him from the commercials, never watched the movies because I could only take him in small doses.
He was the original voice of Slinky Dog before Blake Clark. Also, he was hilarious to middle school boys when I was a middle school boy, but before the official movies like "Ernest Goes to Camp" and "Ernest Saves Christmas." Before DVD's, you could rent the "best of Ernest" VHS tapes that had compilations of some of his funniest "Hey Vern" commercials that also included outtakes (which were funnier) and short comedies and sketches, which were the best. There were like 10-15 minute bits of him in some kind of character reenacting historical events or just being silly.
My parents still have VHS tapes of Ernest Goes to Camp, Ernest Goes to Jail, and Ernest Scared Stupid tucked away in a box somewhere. The shit of him talking to Vern always made me laugh.
You know those tapes aren't really Ernest movies. Your parents just used those tapes to record the creepy sex acts they engaged in while you were blissfully asleep two rooms away. Enjoy that mental image!