I had to avail myself of cabs on a number of occasions over the years in a backwater town. There were a number of outfits that were all perfectly compliant with the law and regulation and although they were independent cabs they were all dispatched by the same idiots.
In no particular order I was...
- Only picked up an hour late because a different cabbie stopped by the shop I was in front of to shop and took me home after he got his groceries.
- Picked up by a cab that had been in an accident earlier and the steering was in some way totally screwed in a fashion that made the car veer to the side unpredictably when it hit a bump. I thought at first he was blind drunk until he showed me that it took a quarter turn of the wheel to make the wheels turn at all.
- Picked up by a cabbie that was showing his little brother how to maximize revenue by picking up and dropping off as many people as possible along an optimal route while talking about his time in prison along with a colorful story about his friend smuggling cigarettes in his rectum. Kudos for entrepreneurial know how but the trip took waaaay longer than it should have because 5 different people going different places were in the car.
There was one outfit that was technically non compliant after the county I worked in in decided that county specific taxi regulation including requiring outfits to paint their cars was actually going to be a thing. These were the only people that showed up in a reasonable time, provided good service, and actually took a damn card in the cab. They also used to violate the law by dropping me off in the half assed county where I worked.
So long Mr P's taxi and thanks for all the rides.
The regulations that don't keep taxis from ripping people off or threatening their safety but DO ensure that the "investors" in taxi medallions earn some money can collectively burn in the pits of hell.