Last night the Hickster and I met a friend to take a tour of some potential spots for my 30th birthday party, and agreed that we'd go out for a couple more before heading home and having a relatively quiet night.
We jumped in a taxi, told him where we were going, and I started telling a few of my funnier vacation stories.
Suddenly, as we were almost at our destination, the cab driver flips out us. He turns around and starts yelling "IN EIGHTEEN YEARS YOU ARE THE WORST PASSENGERS I HAVE EVER HAD!"
While we weren't hammered by any stretch, we were feeling rather cheeky after a few wines each, and proceeded to qualify this statement.
Zander: I don't know how you can say that. Surely you've had passengers who have vomited in your taxi.
Driver: YES, AND YOU ARE WORSE THAN THEM! THE TALKING AND THE LAUGHING!*
Hickster: What about people who have sex in your taxi?
Driver: YES, YOU ARE WORSE THAN THEM TOO.
Zander & Hickster: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Zander: Well at least we know we don't have to tip him.
In the end it's a bit of a dubious honor - while I have no doubt that we were painfully annoying, the idea that our voices and laughter could linger long enough to trump the act of cleaning a stranger's vomit (or bodily fluids) out of the back of your taxi is implausible, at best. Still, we'll take it, and I'm already looking into where we can get little trophies made.
*Driver's statements are even more hilarious when re-read with an Arab accent.