It’s noon on a Friday. From my experience in Washington, DC, tough time to catch a taxi. It’s mosque time. I hadn’t thought much about the religion and nationality of cabbies in the Middle East. Indians must work alongside the Pakistanis? According to my Uber estimate, just about every driver is a devout Pakistani. I think about taking an establishment taxi. These cabbies are very creative with the established rates, though. Pick up at hotel? Add $3. Weekend rate? Yes. Drop off at a hotel? They’ll tack it on. They’ve gotten angry because of the two upstart cab companies that associate with Uber. They demand gratuities in advance.
So rather than test my luck, I throw a bone to old reliable Uber, take a ride in a new car, and thank the gent for the ride.