I Live in the taxi cab blackhole.

I am writing this from my front porch. I should be not writing this, but instead getting violently drunk. However, since I apparently live in the Taxi Cab Black Hole (NASA is working on a study), I cannot meet my wife at the bar to get said violently drunk with our friends before I leave. What was supposed to be a nice little hey-you-get-an-extra-week-at-home-before-you-deploy party. But thanks to Yellow Cab, Red Top Cab, and White Top Cab, all being complete and utter jackasses who cannot get a cab to my house, which is on a main road, in a heavily populated area, 10 miles from Washington D.C.. So thanks and go fuck yourself cab companies, obviously your union sucks balls, and your people are horrendous. (Nothing on the drivers here, I generally like those guys, but since dispatch can't seem to locate my house, I can't go hang out with my wife and our friends) Glad to know that I will be able to get a ride to the airport when I leave this week. Fuck 'em.