Just A Little Bitter

Cab driver: I don’t really have anything against ______ people.
Me: What? Come on now. I’ve been riding with you for three years and know that’s a damn lie.
Cabby Negative: No really, I just….
Me: Man you know you need to stop.
Cabby laughs. I laugh.
Me: You should have said that to someone who doesn’t know you that well. (pause) I talked to  my therapist and he said his office provides anger management. You might be able to get to the bottom of why you’re so bitter.
Cabby Negative: Nah, I’m good.

Good? That’s debatable. This guy with his out of control afro with the bald spot in the back, his super long and dirty fingernails and his serious body odor has the nerve to talk bad about other people. The man’s hair is the reverse of Crusty the Clown.  What’s more, he’s basically an equal opportunity hater of the human race. He says horrible things about the elderly, women, white people, black people, African immigrants, Latinos, most religious groups,  and everyone else on the face of the earth save men. His mouth is yet another reason I wear headphones in his cab. When he starts this vile mess I put them on, right in the middle of his sentence. I sit up front so it’s not as if he can miss that I no longer wish to hear his mouth. Once he gets the “shut your mouth” cue he does but dang, must he be such a hateful creature?

I wonder if he’s looked in the mirror lately to see just how ugly his attitude is? Surely this racial ugliness seeps through his skin and leaves scars even he can see.

Despite bitterness he has positive moments. Sometimes when it’s obvious I’ve had a hard session he’ll sing to me as he drives me home.   Cabby Negative has a nice singing voice but a vile speaking voice.