A grumpy cab driver and a poor me!

Yesterday evening, I had to go to a Uncle's place for dinner, who is a very close family friend. I was out of excuses of not going to his place and had to give in yesterday. I had a brilliant plan of travelling from my office to my home and then travelling again to his place. I was too smart to listen to somebody's advise of going straight to Uncle's place from the office. My theory - I don't know the way properly to his place, I will be clubbed in the cab with people who would have to go in the same direction, and I would be directionless ( confusing ??) and hence didn't want the wrath of people who were heading home early. So I thought I would do everyone a favor( really, don't know why I have to think about people whom I don't even know. ) and head home.
Oh yes, of course I called up my folks, told them to wait up for me, and that I was going to leave in an hour and not to leave without me at any cost. And so, there I was ,sharp at five thirty in the basement, going helter skelter from the zone which would have cabs going to my destination, to the person who allots cabs. When I went to my zone, the driver told me that he is not suppose to go to my place, so I ran to the cab allocator (:) ), who asked me to go the zone again! ( come to think of it now, I did feel like a ping-pong ball :) ).
Finally sat in the cab, told the driver,"I am sorry, I was asked to sit in this cab and now I can't really help it." He grumbled and grunted and started the cab. The story takes yet another turn, while leaving, two other girls who were going to B'jara Hills were asked to sit in the cab. :) Yes, the cab driver wasn't happy about it and started grumbling again. It was a complete detour for him, in the first place, it wasn't his route at all :)
After they were dropped near and around City Center, the driver couldn't hold it anymore and went ahead with a barrage of complaints and everything, convincing me completely that I was at fault for having a home which is so far. Inter- district travelling as some people put it :) .
Sigh! I couldn't take it anymore , his cribbing was getting at me. So I asked him if he knew where diamond point was ( where I was suppose to go later on in the evening), he said he did. I asked him again, whether he was really , really sure where it was. He gave me a look which convinced me that he knew where it was.And then I asked him if it would make him happy if he had to drop me at diamond point and not at my place. He said, "of course madam". So I told him to drop me there and not at my place and to stop breathing down my neck( yes this phrase,I obviously said it in my mind :) )
Called up my mother, my father picked up the phone and told him to not wait for me anymore and that I would see them directly at Uncle's place. Hung up as quickly as possible before I would hear another barrage of complaints :)
So here it is , the first of many cab driver related incidents. At the end of the day what matters is that I was saved from travelling more, I wasn't lost and the cab driver had stopped cribbing and was glad to have a drop like me, so accomodating, I tell you :) !