I returned my rental car on Sunday and got a ride to the airport from a grinning, wisecracking, pontificating Sagittarius. He kept saying, “The way I see it, blah, blah, blah…” And,”I figure, blah, blah, blah…”

I liked him though. He was tall, super skinny and amusing and I decided en route to double my standard tip in appreciation of the entertainment. And then this:

“It’s always the business guys who show up late. I had a guy the other day, he showed up late and he was so rude. He came right up to me and said, you better get me to the airport immediately!”

“Immediately?” I asked. “How are you supposed to do that? Beam him like Star Trek?”

“Yeah. I was supposed to get him there immediately. And hey. I have no problem with someone being late and needing me to rush. I’m happy to do the best I can. But this guy? He was rude.”

“Sounds like.”

“So you know what I did?”

“What?”

“I dropped him off at the wrong side of the terminal. Yep. I dropped him as far as I could from where he needed to be. I figured to hell with him. Pulled over, got his bags, said have a nice flight! He got right in my face and I don’t have to put up with that shit.”

Sitting behind him, I smirked. And I still double tipped him. After all, I got this story didn’t I?