Taxi Drivers Share Their Real-Life “Follow That Car!” Stories
A common scene from the movies: an out-of-breath hero charges into a taxi and commands the driver to, “Follow that car!” A high-speed chase, presumably, ensure. Is anyone asking what it’s like for the unsuspecting cabbies? Reddit is. These drivers—and, sometimes, fateful passengers—shared their real-life stories about being inside of the vehicle with a mission. Where did playing copycat on the road lead them? Tailgate these taxicab tales about following that car.
1. I’m Not Driving a Killer Cab
A personal trainer at my old gym did this. He saw a guy shoot another guy in the head and jump into a car, so he got into a cab so the shooter wouldn’t get away. The cabbie followed the car for a bit until he learned that he was following a murderer, then he pulled over and refused. Turns out, the shooter was an undercover police officer, who sped away because he thought the victim’s friends would get to the scene before the cops.
2. Revving Someone Else’s Motor
I asked a taxi driver that question many years back. He said that happened on two separate occasions and both times, a wife was trying to catch her cheating husband committing adultery.
3. Not My Uber, But You’ll Do
I once saw an elderly lady walking down the street with her groceries, a long street with no public transport or anything. So of course, I pulled over to offer her a ride and she opened the door and got in and started giving directions before I had even rolled down the window to ask her. She definitely planned on having some stranger stop for her.
4. Taking the Law Into Your Own Taxi
I was in New Orleans once and a cab that I was in got sideswiped by a drunk driver. The drunk driver then took off. I told the cab to follow him, which he did. We ended up in a parking lot, and we watched them go into an apartment building. Cabbie had the station call the cops. I wrote a statement for the cabbie, and he called me a new cab while he waited for the cops.
5. Chasing That Rhythm
I left my flute on a bus. I was not about to get my butt whooped for forgetting my $1,000 silver hollow stick on my way to orchestra practice.
6. Special Delivery
Been driving a cab for about a year now, usually working the night shift. My dispatcher radios me to a house five minutes before the end of my shift. A short two-minute drive later (small city), I pull up in the circle driveway as a car pulls out the other end and speeds off. The largest man I have ever seen in my life comes barreling out of the house like a bull and jumps in my cab, saying “Did you see the car that left? Follow it.”
I caught up to the car and followed it out to the highway, as soon as it got on the highway, the car put on its hazard lights and floors it. The mountain of a man in the back seat said, “My wife is in labor and my father-in-law is driving,” tells me to catch up, and that he’d give a $200. So naturally, I floor it, going about 90 mph in a 45 zone.
His father-in-law happened to be the city police chief and had called in an escort. I looked in my rearview mirror and see four cop cars about a mile off and catching up quick. I panicked and almost started to slow down when he told me they were an escort. Sure enough, two of the cops go speeding past me like I was in park.
Keep in mind I’m still going 90 mph. The other two pull behind me as we still had 2-3 miles to go, another minute or two passes and we come squealing up to the E.R., two nurses already waiting outside. He thanks me, hands me the money and jumps out of the car. I got a police escort with a pregnant woman’s husband and made $200.
7. Gotta Pay Fast
Not a taxi driver. I was taking a train to see my then-girlfriend perform in a play at her university. It was the closing night with the party and ceremonial flowers after. Then train got delayed by like 45 minutes, something was on the tracks. Once we finally made it, I went running out of the train station, looking for any taxi.
I see a taxi van. I run up (out of breath) and say, “How quickly can you get me to the university and what’s the cost?!?” He’s like, “15 minutes in this traffic, probably like $8-$12.” “Can you make it any faster?” “I can try, this is my last pickup.” “I’ve got like $30 on me if you can do it in 5 minutes.” “Alright.” While turning the wheel straight, he looks at me and is like, “You should probably put on a freaking seat belt” then floors the gas.
8. Did You Forget Something?
A friend of mine is a taxi driver and this has happened to him. An elderly man rushed inside his taxi and pointed out loud to follow a red Toyota. This man never explains why to follow, just tries to frantically call to somewhere. My friend asked multiple times if they need to call the police, but the man just waved no and pointed to follow the car.
They circle around the town finally ending up at the front of a house where the car they had followed parks. As the car stops, the man says “Hold on a moment, I’ll pay!” and jumps out of the car. An elderly lady steps out of the red Toyota and the man, apparently her husband, starts to scream “Why did you leave me at the mall??!!”
The woman is waving her hands screaming back “What are you screaming about, you are here??!!” and walks inside the house as if nothing has happened. The man returns and pays the drive, being sorry about it all at the same time. My friend thought they were following a burglar or something, but it turned out the lady just forgot her husband at the mall.
9. What’s Fare Is Fair
I was working as a cabbie in Australia and about 20 seconds after the cab in front of me had pulled away two guys got in and said, “Follow that cab.” I pulled out to follow and once we were into traffic, I asked why. They said they had his wallet and he was flying out of the country that morning, so they wanted to get it to him immediately.
I contemplated briefly how far it might be and if it was going to be a big fare, but my good nature got the better of me. I pulled out my phone and called my friend and college colleague, who was driving the other cab and got him to pull over. We were both still in the same street, and I had pretty much screwed over myself since it was a slow night and I could expect at least an hour’s wait to get to the front of the rank again.
They tipped me five bucks on a fare that was tariff plus about 20 cents which was nice of them. The second time it happened, the single guy in my cab was getting me to tail a private car, and I didn’t like the feel of him, so I intentionally lost the target. He didn’t tip me, but I didn’t give much of a darn, I was just happy to have him out of my taxi.
10. Here’s a Tip: Floor It!
When I was in the Navy, one of our port calls was in the Philippines. We had a curfew to get back to the ship before they closed the brow at midnight, and we’d get in trouble for coming back late. We wouldn’t be allowed off the ship the next two days we were in port, and we wouldn’t be allowed overnight liberty for our next port call.
We caught a cab, but it looked like we weren’t going to make it back on time, so I offered our taxi driver $20 to get us there with at least five minutes to spare. He looked in the mirror; his eyes lit up and narrowed just as quickly. Suddenly the three lanes of traffic had a fourth. He was weaving in and out of other cars, and you would have thought this guy was driving the Grand Prix.
This was going from Makati to Manila, the capital, and traffic was pretty heavy even near midnight. I thought we were going to die. We made it back on time, so he got $20. Afterward, I found out that $20 is a pretty good sum of money in the Philippines, so hopefully, it really helped him out. It was one heck of a ride.
11. That’s a Weird-Looking Bike…
Some friends and I took separate cabs, and I jokingly stated we were looking to get there before the other people. Dude started driving in the freaking Citi Bike lane. NYC cab drivers don’t mess around.
12. A Driver Takes Justice Into His Own Wheels
I used to be a taxi driver a few years ago in a smaller town in California. One of the most popular things to do in this town was get drunk at one of the few bars in town, and I made decent money by getting people home every night. One night in particular, around last call, I had picked up a group at a bar that was headed to an after-party to continue their booze-filled adventure, with several cars following to the new “spot.”
Once we get to the new party spot—an apartment complex, of all places—and my passengers vacate, I notice a large crowd all converging quickly toward the entrance of the complex. Knowing some stuff was about to go down, I made my way toward the entrance and positioned myself in a way I could see what was going on but could easily get out of there if I needed to.
Apparently, before I had picked up my fare, there had been some words exchanged or some drama at the bar. A couple of carloads of angry and offended bar-goers had followed the convoy to the new party spot and intended to continue whatever happened at the bar. Fight breaks out, some dude is getting punched while sitting in his truck.
There had to be about 30 people getting involved, and for some reason, everyone just jumped out of their cars and left them running with the doors open before engaging in all-out fistfights. During all this craziness, I notice a dude run across the street and jump into somebody else’s Infinity G35. This is where stuff got unreal for me.
The guy throws it in reverse and slams into three separate parked cars. I’m thinking he’s going to hit me and so I quickly back out of the way. He flips around with half the car hanging and starts to take off. Owner of the car starts running down the street after him, and I’m like, darn, I have to chase this guy. So, I flip around and try to catch up to him as safely as I could.
He was pulled over right around the corner possibly reflecting on what had just happened, and I was immediately calling 9-1-1. During the call, he started driving again and I started following. Eventually, he realized what I was doing and started driving recklessly in residential areas, and I wasn’t about to get hurt or have any further damage done, so I backed off.
Not even a minute later police were swarming the area and they had him pulled over and in custody. So no, I didn’t have like a James Bond-like passenger jump in my taxi and tell me to follow that car, but I did have a crazy-ass moment where I felt compelled to follow a car because I thought it was the right thing to do.
Anytime people ask me if I’ve seen crazy stuff as a taxi driver, I tell them this story.
13. Drivetime is Playtime
I bought a Muppet at FAO Schwartz in NYC. On the taxi ride back to the hotel, I rolled the window down and had it wave and make happy faces at people. The taxi driver thought that was awesome and refused a tip because everyone in Time Square was taking pictures of his cab. He even went a little slower so the Muppet got more time to wave at people.
I saw him later that weekend—he picked us up near the hotel. He was sad I didn’t still have the Muppet on me, but he told me people were calling asking for “the Muppet cab,” so he got a lot of business from it! You rock, Amal.
14. A Ride Worth Taking
My friend was on the bus heading home after a few drinks. When walking around he keeps his wallet in his back pocket, but it’s uncomfortable when he sits so he takes it out and places it on the seat by his leg. His stop comes up and he gets off. The moment the bus closes its door and pulls away is when he realizes that he forgot his wallet—surprise surprise.
He hails a cab and explains his situation to the driver. A cool driver takes off after the bus—okay, I’m embellishing. The bus was only two stops up from where he got off. The driver pulls in front of the bus just as it was about to pull away. Friend runs in asks if anyone has seen a wallet. Some guy sighs and takes it out of his jacket pocket. Victory!
Friend paid the cabbie with all the cash he had. Which was something upward of 40+ bucks.
15. Cabbie Justice
Back when I was driving a cab, I witnessed a drive-by shooting from behind the shooter’s Impala. I called the police and followed them—at a distance—until police knew about where to start looking and “closing the net” so to speak. But I must have followed them for a good 10 minutes before I was told by the dispatcher that a cop had eyes on the car, and it was cool to stop following them.
16. Not All of These Can Have a Happy Ending, Okay?
I tried this once in Spain. In a drunken stupor, I left my wallet in the cab I just got out of. Hailed the next cab I saw driving my direction and told him “Follow that cab!” Dude went five kilometers under the speed limit and allowed the cab to get away, worried about the police. I gave him the opportunity of a lifetime. I never saw my wallet again…
17. Outpaced by a Cheater
A woman got in my cab and asked me to follow her husband’s car as she suspected he was going to see another woman. I was in a clapped out six cylinders, and his was a V8 performance sedan. Lost him after a few blocks. She wasn’t impressed.
18. Thomas the Tank Engine Is No Match for a Cool Cabbie
Not a car, but followed a train once. Picked up a fare at a train station who had missed his train. Got him two stops down the line (about five or six miles away) so he could make it on. Had to drive pretty fast.
19. Your Follow-Up Has Arrived
I’m an Uber driver. Two weeks into it, I pick up a rider from a bar, and she asks, “Are you up for something different tonight?” Being the adventurous guy that I am, I say, “Sure, what’s your idea?” She tells me she wants to pay me to follow a safe ride van that has her date in it. She thinks he was being different that night and wanted to see if he was going where he said he was.
So of course, I’m all in. We missed him getting dropped off and followed an empty van around quiet streets for almost a half-hour, probably freaked out the driver. When we realize it’s empty, I end her ride and start driving her home. But then I get another ride, so she did a ride-along for a couple of passengers before I was able to take her home.
Two weeks later, I pick her up during the day when she’s sober and we fist bumped like old pals.
20. My Cabbie, My Hero
Not a taxi driver, but when I was 18 driving home late at night in Seattle, and I was rear-ended by a guy. When I tried to call the cops from a payphone (it was 1992), he pulled a gun on me and told me to get in his trunk, so I knocked him down and ran. Luckily, there was a cab sitting there at a red light so I got to jump into it and yell, “Drive, just drive!” he didn’t hesitate, just took off.
Dude stayed with me at the 7-Eleven until the cops came. I won’t forget that. I was pretty shaken up. If you’re out there reading this now, thanks taxi driver dude.
21. The Real Uber Was the Friends We Made Along the Way
I had a fare jump in my car, who immediately started berating about my car, and how Uber does not allow drivers to use two-door cars. This came as a surprise to me, because I was not, and never have been, an Uber driver. I was just parked in front of the hotel waiting for a friend. When I told him, the guy got the dumbest look on his face.
22. Trial by Blackfire
I was driving in London, utterly confused, as this was my first drive on the left side of the road and pre-GPS, so I had absolutely no clue how to get where I needed to be. So, I stopped a black cab (taxi) and asked him to chaperone me to the address. “Follow my car!” he shouted, and set off at breakneck speed, down taxi lanes, weaving in and out of traffic.
Remember that all black cabs are identical, and London is teeming with them. I have never been so focused—or frightened—in my life.
23. A New Twist on “Arrive Alive”
I was sitting at the Whataburger drive-thru one night and a guy jumped into my car and said, “I’m not gonna rob you or anything, but you need to get the heck out of here right now. Two guys just ran me off the road.” Okay, so that’s not an exact quote as this happened 20 years ago, but that was the gist of it.
I thought he was full of crock, so I started to argue with him, when I noticed two huge dudes pulling a tire iron out of the trunk of a car, one of them pointed at my car, and said, “There he is! They started running towards my car, so I took the heck off. They gave chase, but I had a head start and knew the neighborhood.
I was driving way too fast for those streets and hit a speed bump way too hard, but the head start gave me enough time to turn down a side street and kill the lights. I saw them pass the street in the rearview mirror and waited a while until I dropped the dude off at one of his friend’s house a block or two away from where we hid out.
I apologized for not believing him, and he thanked me for getting him away.
24. One Man’s Trash Is Another Cabbie’s Treasure
A man was working on a garbage truck, and his pal drove off thinking he was in the back. The man ran to my car, kept knocking on my window and said to follow that truck and hopped in. I am pretty sure I ran a red light to get to the garbage truck. He paid me with a nice, crisp 20 dollar bill, so it was worth it in the end.
25. Now That’s What I Call a Transfer
I was actually the person who jumped in the car and said, “Follow that bus!” and then, “Try to get to the next stop before the bus, please, it’s important!” I had forgotten my phone, and that was the only thing I could think of, there was no way I’d outrun the bus, had to cross a big boulevard and wait at the traffic light, and after that, it was a long stretch where I’d stand no chance.
The guy actually made it, and even told me to just go and not pay anything—to be fair it took him like a minute or two anyway, but still –so cheers to you, random genuinely nice taxi driver, you are a gentleman and a scholar!
26. With Friends Like These, Who Needs Hangovers?
Not a taxi driver, but a private chauffeur. I regularly drive rich people home after luxury dinners with excessive complimentary wine tastings. On one occasion my customer got in and shouted for me to follow a black Jaguar. This was the car of his friend, who was drunk. For the entire ride, my customer shouted at me to go faster, while also on the phone with his friend, cursing at him and laughing.
When the friend in the Jaguar stopped at a red light, my passenger ordered me to pull up as close to the Jaguar as possible, then rolled down the window and puked against the side of his friend’s car. “Ugly car,” he said, then puked again as his friend shouted through his car window how my customer “couldn’t drink like a man.”
That guy promised me a tip, but he ended up speeding off after my customer had hung up the phone and started snoring from the backseat. I ended up having to carry my customer to his doorstep, no tips.
27. Take Your Time, I Guess
My friend left his bike on the front of a bus. We got in the nearest cab and told him to “catch that bus.” I thought this was every taxi driver’s dream, and that we would make the taxi drivers day. To my great disappointment, he didn’t give two hoots. Drove slow as possible towards the bus and didn’t even make an effort to pass cars.
28. Ready for Take-Off
I took a bus to the airport and got off without my luggage. As soon as I realized, I ran to the nearest taxi and told the driver to catch that bus. The cabbie delivered. I caught the bus at the last stop before it left the airport, got the luggage and barely made my flight.
29. I’m Just a Background Character in This Story
Only happened once, and then jokingly. A large group was barhopping and had ordered two cabs; I was the second one. My half of the group didn’t know where they were going, so one of them just drunkenly yelled “Follow that car!” while gesturing to the first cab. Whatever, still counts. I got to cross it off my Cabbie Bucket List.
Later that month I got to cross off another one when a girl hurried out of a frat house, jumped in, and said “Drive! Just drive!”
30. To Serve and Protect in Separate Cars
I told a cab driver to follow a car. In the navy, we were out in the Middle East, where you couldn’t have different genders in the same cab. It was a bit stressful to have some of my liberty buddies in a separate vehicle.
31. Way to Catch a Call
Often, I’d get people hopping in and saying, “Just follow that cab” without giving any real destination. They just had too many people in their group for one taxi. That’s not exciting. But one night I picked up four guys having a bachelor party, and one had left their phone in a taxi earlier in the day and had been tracking it using another’s phone.
45 minutes of speeding all over the city, cutting taxis off that might be the one with the phone while four grown men hop out of my car in the middle of traffic and swarm the unsuspecting drivers to inquire about the missing phone. Must have scared the hell out of them. We finally found it. The meter said $60. They gave me $120.
32. The Real Steal Is This Rate Per Mile
A colleague of mine—a UK police officer—was on foot patrol and saw a robbery in the distance where a driver was pulled from their car and the robbers drove off in their car. My mate stopped a civilian car and said, “Follow that car!” The driver apparently went wild trying to keep up with the robbers—all the time with a uniformed police officer in his passenger seat, giving a commentary to his base.
They lost the stolen car, and my colleague asked his driver to stop. He got out, and let the driver go without asking his details. As the driver went into the distance, my mate realized he’d taken out his peg (truncheon) in the car and left it on the dashboard. Luckily the driver rang in later and it was returned. No idea what happened to the robbers, stolen car or victim, sorry.
33. Adopt a Rider
I once had somebody jump into my car and I wasn’t even a taxi. I was driving down the street in Boston and was stopped at a red light, minding my own business. Suddenly, my passenger door flung open and someone climbed in. Completely shocked, I didn’t even have time to react. For some reason, it never entered my mind that I should be alarmed or concerned about this trespasser, so when I saw that it was an elderly lady, I just remained calm.
Without skipping a beat, she said in a thick Russian accent, “You take me home, please.” So, I started driving. I asked where she lived but she just said, “Keep going, I tell you when to stop.” At that point, it dawned on me that she probably had dementia and that she likely thought I was someone she knew, or maybe even a taxi. Nope.
After a few minutes of conversation, it was abundantly clear that this woman had simply picked the first car she saw, gotten in, and requested a ride. During the 10-minute car ride, she asked about my life. I was in college studying psychology at the time, and when I told her this, she said: “You make good psychologist, very nice boy.”
It put a big smile on my face. My grandparents had all died either before I was born or during early childhood, so I don’t think I had ever had an elderly person say something like that to me. It felt nice. Finally, we reached an apartment building and she told me to pull over. When I put the car in park, she turned to me and said, “Thank you driving me today.”
I assured her it was no problem at all and wished her the best, and her parting words to me as she climbed out were, “Very good boy, good luck with studies.” After pausing for a moment, I drove away and just kind of let it be. It was such a nonchalant and comfortable interaction that I resisted my temptation to immediately text friends to tell them what had happened.
It felt like that would have cheapened it or turned it into a novelty. It was just so natural, and I went with it. She’s unlikely to be alive at this point, but I hope she enjoyed the rest of her days. Godspeed, Russian-grandma-for-a-day.
34. Jason Bourne for a Day
I’m actually a taxi driver (bike taxi/pedicab). I was hanging out a corner when a coworker of mine got a ride across the intersection. Suddenly a guy walks up to me and tells me to “Follow that cab but keep a distance.” This guy looked current or ex-military: demeanor, haircut, attitude…has one of those earbuds like the agents from The Matrix.
Exuded the vibe of being very professional/competent and not giving a darn at the same time. So, I was born for this moment. I read all the Tom Clancy books as a kid, all the books about spycraft during WWII and the Cold War, every spy movie ever made, etc. I kept about 100 yards distance and then would accelerate when they went around a curve anytime they were near a light or intersection to ensure we would make the same light but a little later than they did.
At one point, a car pulls up alongside, and another guy switches places with the original guy, and we keep going. After about 12 blocks the pedicab pulls over ahead of us and the guy tells me to pull over. Hands me $20 for a $12 ride, although I would have done it for free just to live my 9-year-old fantasy. Probably just local cops, but I can dream.
35. What Else Is a Bro for?
I drove a taxi one summer at a party resort. One night, two guys jumped in and yelled, “Follow that car,” which was another taxi that I knew the driver of, and I obliged. Turns out, one of their mates was drunk and decided to just go to their hotel without telling them. They only saw the guy leaving the club drunk, and they thought he was going to a club without them.
He was actually going to their hotel, as he was hammered. Another time, three girls jumped in the car and said follow that car. The car in question was a black sedan with tinted back windows. yet wasn’t that shady. We follow the car for 15 minutes, leaving the resort and going into a forest. The girls start freaking out, as one of their friends—also a girl—was seen stepping into that car.
Yeah, turns out, that she just hooked up with some guy in the club they were earlier, and she was about to hook up with him when we pulled up next to them.
36. Copycatting Is Serious Business
I did that once as a passenger. We said it as a joke. We were in a group of six and couldn’t fit in a single cab. So, I went into the second cab and said, “Follow that cab.” We expected the driver to laugh it off and ask for our destination. Instead, he just took off and followed the first cab. All in all, it kind of backfired on us.
37. Pulling Over to Have My Leg Pulled
Yes, but it’s usually followed by “I’ve always wanted to say that.”
38. The Fast and the Furious
Not a cab driver but while in South Korea, me and my buddies from my unit took my wife to the airport after she came to visit. Heading back, we decided to grab cabs instead of the bus or train and there they were, bullet cab drivers. These guys look like something out of a bad drifters movie and are rumored to be ex-(insert crazy professional armed escort type driver titles here).
Well, there were too many of us for one cab, so we grabbed two of them. Our driver looked at me and my two buddies who got in his cab and asked if we “wanted to beat them there bad.” Why not! Okay, I’ve seen combat on three tours, I’ve been a smokejumper, I’ve done crazy stuff, but this was nothing like I had ever experienced.
They turned what was usually about an hour’s trip into 15-20 minutes of “drifting” through red lights sideways to merge with other traffic at 80-90+, using sidewalks, and generally riding through something that only belonged in a video game. It was one of the most insane, adrenaline-pumping things I have ever done and would probably do again.
And yes, we won by about 20 seconds. Just enough time for the driver to yell at us to “Jump out, jump out, get on the hood all relaxed like we been here for an hour.”
39. Put a Ring on It. And Take It off
In Vegas once, we asked our cab driver what was the shortest ride he had ever given. He said he drove a very elderly man from the front of Caesars Palace just to the back of the building. When he asked why, the man said that he had just gambled away his wedding ring and didn’t want to walk through the casino in case he ran into his wife.
40. Man of Dishonor
I am not a taxi driver. However, I did have a legitimate reason to jump into a cab and yell at the driver “FOLLOW THAT CAB.” I was at a bachelor party in Chicago, we all met at O’Malley’s or O’Toole’s, or one of the other thousand Irish bars, to watch a pay-per-view boxing match and have some fun. Then we went to another spot.
At the other spot, we knew the bar manager and, they were hooking us up with shot after shot. The groom was having the most drinks of everyone. He ended up dancing with some girl and kind of making out with her on the dance floor. All of this would have been “okay” if it weren’t for the fact that two of the groomsmen were brothers of the bride.
They were not cool with watching their future brother-in-law make out with some random bar chick. So, they cockblocked him. One brother went up to her friends and had them remove the girl, the rest of us went up to our buddy and dragged him off of the dance floor. This cheesed off the groom big time. He’s such a giant baby.
Seriously, I don’t even talk to this guy anymore, this night isn’t 100% why, but it certainly played a factor in removing him from my life. He was belligerent. Our group sort of tuned him out and continued playing beer pong in this bar. A little bit goes by and out of the corner of my eye, I see him stumble out of the bar and out into the street.
I was both the only one who noticed and the only one who seemed to care. When I pointed it out to the others, they just shrugged and kept playing. I walked outside to get him just in time to see him hop into a cab and take off down the block. I jumped into another cab and screamed FOLLOW THAT CAB. I should have left that jerk to go off on his own, what happens next was freaking ridiculous.
This dude goes to another bar miles away from where we were. I catch up with him as he goes in and starts stealing other people’s drinks off the bar when their backs are turned. Now his fiancée starts blowing up my phone and is screaming at me to return her future husband. I try to explain to her that I didn’t run off with him, that I was the only one keeping an eye on him, but she wouldn’t listen, and somehow, I was the jerk.
I ended up getting into a bar fight with this guy, and we got kicked out. Now we are miles from our hotel room, and I didn’t even know which hotel we were staying at since I met them all at the bar and this dude was too drunk to relay any useful information. Hours go by, and finally one of my other friends finally catches up to us and we navigate our way back to the hotel, deposit the groom in the lobby.
Instead of staying, I hop an early train back home. Screw these guys. And that’s the story of how I jumped into a cab and screamed FOLLOW THAT CAB. I really wish I hadn’t.
41. Face First Into Fate
I used to drive a taxi for my uncle’s company. A guy gets in my taxi, says “Just follow that car,” and reassures me it’s nothing serious. Except when the other car stops, he gets out and runs to the car we were following and drags the guy out and starts hitting him in the face, hard. I got out and was yelling at him and calling him a jerk for lying to me.
He got all in my face and threatened to beat the snot out of me too, said a bunch of racist slurs at me, then ran off. The guy who got punched had his nose broken. The weirdest part is that he had no idea who that guy was.
42. He’s Parking His Car in Someone Else’s Garage
Followed it to a house. Lady passenger told me to wait and proceeded to get out and intercept her husband who was going to his second family. He looked completely caught and guilty. She just stared daggers at him and got back in the taxi and told me to drive, whereupon she told me what was going on, and I gave her a free 30-minute ride home.