As we find ourselves at that Memorial Day party, having had one or two too many drinks to drive home safely, we get to thinking about calling a cab instead of driving ourselves. Then we realize that we are at a party in the middle of the woods, because our crazy cousin Frank wanted to get away from it all this weekend. And now we have no way home … and we have to work tomorrow. If only there were a cab service that wouldn’t be afraid …
I think these guys teamed up with the off-road Jeeps we saw a while back: http://www.chickenmonkeydog.com/anywhere-any-place-any-time/
Also, anyone else think that the TAXI letters were supposed to be Scrabble tiles before they realized they were supposed to be phone buttons?