just a taste

So Friday night I this guy comes up to my cab and helps himself into the front passenger seat next to me and slumps over. I turn to him and ask him, "so where we going?" He mumbles "I don't want to talk about it." I look at him and shake my head, which he doesn't see because as I said, he is slumped over. He looks like he either died, or that he is about to lose his lunch. I tell him that I really need to know where he is going. He tells me a random suburb to head toward and slumps back over. I tell him again that I need an address (based on his appearance and my experience, he was going to pass out long, long before we ever made it to his house) He just mumbles the suburb again and I pull over to the side of the road and tell him if he doesn't give me a real address that he can just get out right here. He gives me an address which isn't an address but just a corner. I tell him since he won't give me an address I have to take him back to the club and he can get another cab. He says "I've had a really hard day!" I tell him that I had nothing to do with that and I still need his address. He yells @&#! you! I tell him thank you and i'll be taking you back to the bar now. He says he was just joking and I tell him that I wasn't joking. He says please just take him home and he'll pay me double the fare. I tell him that he won't pay me double and even if he would, I don't want it. (There are three things people regularly tell their cabbie, that are lies 99% of the time. One: I'll make it worth your while. Two: I'll take care of you. Three: I'll tip you phat! LIES, LIES, LIES!) So I take him back to where I picked him up and as he gets out he teaches me a few more expletives and I am on my way to another.