i’ve determined the taxis in boston are pretty consistently bad/goofy. many of them don’t know the city well so i often have to give them directions. i had one guy literally falling asleep at the wheel and he played David Guetta’s “Sexy Bitch” really loud to help him stay awake and not kill us both.

then there was this little slice of awesomeness on a hot day last month.

in lieu of air conditioning, i got a tiny, clip-on, oscillating fan. i respect the guy’s creativity and his attempt at keeping passengers comfortable during summer. but all this thing could do was move the hot air around and make me laugh.