Taxis, el trains and unreasonably long walks

Can we walk? 90% of the time I would say yes, but girls are irrational with their high heels and scantily clad wardrobe that they always object. Well how about an el? It goes downtown and its rather quick? Can't we just take a cab. Dammit. Sure let's squeeze. We need two. JESUS! You know how the scenario plays out from here. You get shafted with the front, which means you are not only obligated to navigate/converse awkwardly with the Somalian cab driver who probably moonlights as a pirate...the $20 fare...ya its on you. And you can forget about paying with card because his machine is down and this bastard isn't even going to let you smoke during the ride...but none of that happened tonight. Because you got in a Yellow Cab.

Those of you who aren't irrationally blue collar and have some degree of culture have been to NYC. If you have been recently, then you will know all about the new badass cabs. Well now they are in Chicago. Sitting in the back seat you will be treated to a touch screen information highway with games, menus and even some on demand episodes of Glee. It is fantastic. When you arrive at your destination there is a convenient credit card reader on your side of the glass. You never even have to make eye contact with your cabbie! Moving on.

Arriving at the bar is a small reward for going through the hell that is public transportation. Fighting over the cab bill is almost always as bad as the restaraunts that don't split up checks. (It's not that all young people are cheap, I will gladly drop $80 on a round of shots, but I'm just morally opposed to picking up a friend's cheeseburger at Applebee's.) Our generation is one walking enigma when it comes to finances. In college many of my friends would have no problem purchasing a bottle at a bar for a 500% mark-up at a bar...but if you ask me to get you a polar pop too you better damn well give me 74 cents.

Coming back to the original title leads me to the conclusion that we are all insane. I would walk 2 miles in the most miserable of weather to avoid paying a few bucks for the cab, but when I arrived at my destination a $200 bar tab would sound more than reasonable.