I may have told this story before, but Dr. Mrs. and I took a cab from McCarran to the Strip in which the cabbie:
1) Never signaled
2) Never dropped below 80 on the highway or 55 on the surface streets despite heavy traffic and pedestrians
3) Kept up a continuous "you're a tourist and I know I can get a big tip from you" banter with us, including turning around and looking at us while driving
4) Skinned his tires off at least two curbs and probably more since by then I was just chanting a mantra and mentally calculating whether my LTD would be enough for the house payments
He also pulled our luggage from his trunk at the destination with such vigor he ripped his shirt. I guessed "Saudi?" and he eyed me like he was going to spit (while still smiling) and said in perfect English, "oh no, sir! Egyptian!"
As god is my witness,
I will never ride in a cab in Cairo.
(Also, the radio wasn't playing the usual As-salāmu ʿAlaykum Pop. It was DMX all the way.)