Nikki Yeager

This weekend I made my way to DC for a trade show. Considering I'm addicted to travel and my parents agreed to come up for dinner one evening, I was happy as a clam. In fact, everything about the trip was pretty much perfect. My bus got there early, my hotel was beautiful (and cheap!), we got a ton of contacts at the trade show and my coworker took me to my very first hockey game.

Pretty much everything was dandy.

Minus, of course, the cabbie who stole.

After our wholly successful tradeshow, my coworker and I tried to flag down a cab so we could haul our two trade show booth trunks and single computer/technology box to Fedex. Unfortunately the cab had other plans.

My coworker organized the boxes while I dragged the first trunk over to the trunk. A little bit of effort and all 40 lbs and $1k+ of the equipment made it's way into the back. Right before I managed to toss the second box in, a police officer raced over with his ticket book and a frown- we couldn't load on the crosswalk.

So I shut the trunk and gave the cab driver the ok “Move up just a little!”

And – zoom! - off he went down the block and around the corner.

Yes, you heard me right. The cab driver stole the very expensive box of work equipment.

And once again I was left bewildered by out of state transportation, something that seems to be a pretty hard thing to avoid.