Sometimes you get good ones, sometimes bad ones. Then you get the a-holes.
Like the guy this morning who didn't want to drop me off in front of the Metro north entrance in Harlem. Nope, it was too inconvenient for him. Decided to drop me off a quarter block from the entrance on the far side off the street.
Did I mention I'm on crutches?
I was so mad i didn't get the medal number.... grrr.