Man Humiliates Cab Driver The Entire Ride From The Bar, Karma Hits Him Immediately – Story of the Day
A man calls a taxi to take him home from a party but he ends up having an argument with the driver and humiliating him.
It was a slow night for a Friday, and taxi driver Jackson Cooper was glad to see the elegantly dressed man hailing him from the sidewalk outside one of New York's most exclusive gentleman's clubs.
The man climbed in and immediately, Jackson picked up the smell of liquor. His ride was three sheets to the wind. This was not good news! His last drunk passenger had thrown up in the back and it had taken months for the smell to dissipate!
Jackson sighed. "Where to, sir?" he asked, never realizing he was about to take a drive into hell...
The man mumbled something Jackson couldn't make out. "Could you repeat that please sir," he asked and the man did.
"Tribeca!" he said loudly, "Are you deaf, or something?" Jackson had dealt with enough belligerent drunks in his time, and he knew trouble when he saw it. This man was trouble.
"What street, sir?" he asked politely.
"Broome Street," the man said. "The Soho tower, that's 565 if you don't know it -- but you should if you are any type of a cab driver."
"Thank you, sir," Jackson replied.
He drove in silence until some peculiar sounds issuing from his passenger made him glance into his rearview mirror in alarm. Are you alright, sir?" he asked. "Would you like me to pull over?"
"Just drive and mind your own business!" snarled the man, and Jackson drove on, but he kept an eye on his passenger. Before long he was turning into Broome Street.
In the rearview mirror, he glimpsed his passenger peering blearily into his wallet and a feeling of foreboding crept over him. "Everything alright, sir?" he asked but the man didn't answer.
Jackson pulled up at the door of the Soho towers and double-parked next to a sleek Maserati. He sighed. Money. Money made all the difference, and obviously, his passenger was loaded. Maybe he'd give him a good tip...
"That will be $15.50, sir," Jackon told him.
"I'm afraid not," the man said, "I don't have any money."
Jackson was stunned. "You don't have any money? You hailed a cab and you don't have any money?"
"Well, I did, but there was this sweet young thing, and I seem to have thrown all my cash onto the stage..." the man said.
"That's a problem, sir, because you owe me $15.50," Jackson said. "Would you like me to drive you to an ATM?"
Pay your debts or Karma will make you pay --one way or another.
"Certainly not," said the man. "The only place I'm going to right now is my bed!"
"So what are we going to do about my fare, sir?" Jackson asked, starting to get annoyed.
"I'm not going to do anything, my man, so you'll just have to suck it up!" the man sneered.
Jackson reached for his phone. "I'm calling the police. I'm sure they will sort it out."
"You greedy swine! You'd call the police for a miserly $15.50? I make that in a SECOND! I make more in a month than you make on a good year! You petty loser!"
"Sir, I'll ask you not to insult me," Jackson said.
"Insult you? With the truth? You're a nothing, with no talent, and no intelligence otherwise, you wouldn't be driving this taxi!"
"That's it!" Jackson said and started dialing 911. The man swung his door open violently, hitting the side of a Maserati with a mighty blow. Jackson quickly explained the situation to the 911 operator and got out of the car.
The man was standing staring at the Maserati with an odd expression on his face. Jackson quickly examined the scratches on his door. "That's going to cost you," he said.
"My car," cried the man. "My beautiful car! My brand new car!" There was a deep dent on the side of the Maserati, and the paint was scored down to the metal. He leaned over the hood sobbing.
That was a mistake because the sobs turned into heaves and he threw up all over the car. It was at that moment that the police arrived.
"Sir," the officer said politely, "please can you show me some I.D.?"
The man struggled upright and fumbled with his wallet and finally managed to give the policeman his I.D. "Mr. Dunst," the officer said, "this cab driver said that you haven't paid his fare and damaged his car..."
"I'm not paying him, not a cent, nothing!" cried the man. "He's a stupid, talentless, greedy PIG, and so are YOU!" He threw up again, and this time it was all over the office. Jackson watched as the man was handcuffed.
Dunst ended up spending the night in lockup, charged with being drunk and disorderly, and forced to pay Jackson for the fare, damages, and compensation. Worse of all, he later discovered that his vomit had seriously damaged the pristine paint job on his brand new $250,000 car.
What can we learn from this story?
1. Respect other people's work. We all have different functions in society, and we are all necessary to the functioning of the whole. We are all equally valid.
2. Pay your debts or Karma will make you pay --one way or another
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