Worst Commute Ever
So I'm running late for work this morning. Normally, I would take the Lincoln Park/Lakeview shuttle to work, but since I overslept, I decided to take a cab to the commuter train station. I hail a cab from outside my apartment building, and tell the driver where I'd like to go. As we set off, I notice that we're heading in the wrong direction. "No problem," I think to myself, "he just needs to turn around." After a few minutes of traveling in the wrong direction--

Me: Excuse me--where are we going?
Cab Driver (pointing at the El tracks just ahead): The train station.
Me: Oh! I said the Ravenswood Metra station, on Ravenswood and Lawrence--

At that moment, another car cut in front of the cab. My cab driver proceeds to shout "I'm sorry" repeatedly and, at first, I thought this was directed toward the other driver. I was wrong--he was shouting at me. I was totally confused.

Cab Driver: I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!

He pulls the cab over to the curb.

Cab Driver: YOU FUCKING LOWLIFE! GET OUT! DON'T WASTE MY TIME!

In shock, I scrambled out of the cab and onto the street. I couldn't even muster any wrath to say anything. What the hell? I didn't realize I was a lowlife--I guess my leather boots, Banana Republic skirt, and cashmere/wool blend coat gave me away.