Most cabbies in San Francisco are hardworking, chatty ilk who, if you're nice, might even let you smoke inside the cab. They have the best stories, most bizarre and/or accurate philosophies, and will always reveal their celebrity clientele for the day. A few, however, are dreadful skidmarks in need of a good finger wagging. Take, for example, a Town Taxi cabbie who, according to the Bay Area Reporter, berated a gay SoMa bar owner after giving him a ride.

David Morgan, owner of the South of Market Street bar Chaps, claims that after asking which route the driver was taking on a recent cab ride from the Castro to SoMa, the driver went berserk. Morgan says the cabbie started screaming, "You fucking faggot, faggot, faggot ... you like to take it up the ass don't you?" The irate cabbie then tossed him out of his cab, yelling, "get the fuck out of my taxi faggot, you're bad, you're not good people,."

Ugh.

Jacob Mayzel, Town Taxi's manager, explained to the B.A.R. that driver's account didn't match Morgan's, saying the bar owner "slammed the taxi's sliding door 'with such force that the door almost fall [sic] out.'"

Read more about it. According to bystanders, the cabbie went crazy well after the ride ended.

Now, this isn't unusual, these kinds of flareups between passengers and off-kilter taxi drivers. (For example, last night while cabbing it home from the Castro, our taxi driver, listening angrily to a conservative talk radio show about Prop 8, blew up and kicked us out of his cab after making a minor one-block adjustment to our route mid-ride.) But, other than calling the cab companies and complaining, which didn't seem to work for Morgan, how does one handle harrowing cab rides?