I hate people. I hate drunk people. I hate all the guys who go to the club and on the way talk about how much they are going to hook up tonight. I hate all the guys who come home by themselves and brag about how many opportunities they had. I hate all the girls who hide their sluttiness behind alcohol. I hate all the superficial people of this city that all feel the need to be in my cab all night long.
Everyone who goes to Outlaw's is a greasy, hick dirtbag. Everyone who goes to Tequila's is a heartless sack of shit wrapped in a pretty shell. Everyone who goes to the Scuz is just an idiot.
Don't tell me to change me music. If you tell me to tune into Wired 96.3 I'm going to leave you at the side of the road. If you call a cab, you should probably look out the window every once in a while. One of these times if you make me wait that long I'm going to wait until you're two steps from the van and then I'm going to drive off.
I hate gross, poor people. I hate that you wear faded blue jeans with 10 year old white sneakers...out in public. I hate that you have no manners and reinforce multiple stereotypes. I hate that you're making me believe stereotypes. I hate you're so racist you can't get by the fact that I'm white.
'Fuck you' is what I should be saying at every opportunity but instead I just laugh and nod. You ask me how my day is going and I'm wondering whether I should respect you enough to be honest, or maybe I should respect you enough to not be honest. How want to know how my day is going? It's going horrible, and your presence just made things worse. In fact, I was having a good day until you showed up.
Fuck you. Don't touch my music. Don't say stupid things. Don't even look at me, don't even sit in the front seat....just sit there til we've arrived, and if you try to give me directions to 8th Street I'm gonna drive to the outskirts of the city and leave you there, hopefully it gets colder out.
But here's what I really hate....I HATE that with all the this hatred, the one thing I can never add to the list....is my job.
I love my job, and no matter how mad I get, all it takes is one good customer or one good song to turn things right around. My job, I want to hate it, I want to hate it intensely. I want to drive around as an angry person yelling at random people and then quitting my job in epic fashion. Alas, this will not happen.
Saskatoon, I hate you.
Saskatoon, I love you.
Best. Job. Ever.
