It seems like a cliché by now, but I can’t stand cab drivers. I don’t care where they are from, their race, gender, or preferred language, and I don’t lump huge groups of people together, but really, cab drivers suck.
Sure, they get us home safely after a night out at the bars, or more importantly, get our drunk-ass friends off our hands so we can go back inside and continue drinking, but they can often be horrible drivers, we’re just too drunk to tell. When I talk about cab drivers, I mean those in the U.S., almost exclusively in urban areas, and certainly not the kind you rent for an evening. I’m talking about the guys honk to get your attention as you walk down the street–just in case you want a ride somewhere.
I haven’t been a fan of them in a long time, but recently one of them hit my parked car and drove off. Continue reading The McBournie Minute: My war with cab drivers


Today is one of the most important holidays of the year. It’s Arbor Day. In case you’re wondering, it’s considered rude to get a tree a card, because it’s made out of the tree’s family members. I’ve never really understood the importance of Arbor Day, but what really confuses me is why no one just calls it Tree Day. If you were busy escaping inept guards in China this week, odds are you missed it.
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