I'm getting impatient when five minutes passes and they still aren't anywhere in sight. I haven't seen a single cab go by, and as much as I don't want to take one, I hate waiting even more. I get my phone back out and look at the map. That's when I see the driver took a wrong turn. I'm irritated as I watch them go down a side street that isn't even near me and then my phone starts ringing.

"Great," I mumble as I answer. "Yeah, I'm waiting outside the Village Theater. Are you planning on ...