I’m spoiled.
Or at least I used to be, before moving here.
Finding a taxi in Boston was like finding a drunk girl at a frat house - abundant, with a wide variety of choices. I could step out onto the street and a dozen cabs would drive by within a minute’s time. I could call a taxi and get the same results.
Finding a taxi in DC is like finding a Nascar fan with a waxed back - slim chance in hell, unless Dale Jr. starts doing spa commericals. You have to wait in the street forever and when you finally track one down, they use any excuse not to take you. Going a mile? Not far enough. Going out of District lines? Too far. Going to Wal-Mart? They don’t believe in big business. Seriously, they will use any excuse not to let you in that cab. And forget calling them, they never answer.Â
 Sorry, got annoyed trying to call a cab for one of our VIP visitors - I was on hold forever. I asked them to give me a call when the cab was on its way. I got this weird recording when my phone rang - ”This is a call from the TAXI COMPANY. Your cab will arrive in U MINUTES.” Yes, it said “U.” I repeated the message. I thought they might have meant 2, but it just isn’t possible. My principal, being the genius that she is, thinks that U stands for “Unknown.” Very helpful, TAXI COMPANY.