Well, if you don't believe them, then how are we supposed to? Believe in yourself, so that we can! Or something.
Thanks, Lee!
Cabs in DC were always a weird mystery to me. I tried reading the zone maps sometimes, but it didn't help.
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Well, if you don't believe them, then how are we supposed to? Believe in yourself, so that we can! Or something.
Thanks, Lee!
Cabs in DC were always a weird mystery to me. I tried reading the zone maps sometimes, but it didn't help.
I live near a street where a steady stream of cabs go past on their way back to Manhattan, and I hail them all the time.
I've done this too!
I will never trust Jesse again.
Maybe it was the car services that can't be hailed?
Coming from DC, I'm all "Dude, you've got meters, be thankful!" The crazy "zone" system means that even if you've lived there forever, half the time you don't know what the ride will cost--or what the cabbie will try to SAY it costs....
I've pretty much learned the borders of the zones for the places it matters for me -- the only one that I really need to care about is the Florida Ave. border in Adams Morgan. But I live right near a zone border, so I can go about twenty blocks east on the one zone fare, but more than about three blocks west gets me the two zone fare.
Maybe it was the car services that can't be hailed?
Yep.
Well, some of the things she says are true: [link]
Heh. I'm still traumatized by Wilma Mankiller.
I woulda said Navajo too!
But I live right near a zone border, so I can go about twenty blocks east on the one zone fare, but more than about three blocks west gets me the two zone fare.
The craziest border used to be in front of Georgetown. If you got out on the street, it was one zone, if you had the cab pull into the circle driveway at the main gate, it was two. Of course, now you can't drive through the main gate, so that solves that.
Heh -- one of my favorite SF bar memories is the weekend of that crazy debauched Halloween F2F, when we went to Blondie's on Valencia and you kept ordering different martinis based on what the olives in them were stuffed with.
They had a lot of variety! I was very disappointed that they were out of the sausage stuffed olives. Drinking - that's a good way to spend an afternoon.
And for no particular reason...
SNL parody of Twin Peaks. Phil Hartman's Leland Palmer is genius!
What drives me nuts is that the Trader Joe's is just on the other side of a zone border. It's about seven blocks away, but if I've bought more than I can carry and didn't bring my cart with me, then I've got to hail a cab. Those seven blocks are about $10.