I had a quick rum punch (four dollars USA), and it was a strong drink. I made a face to the bartender like wow, this is strong. She chastised me for not mixing it up well! Then I started chillin with some of the girls, getting a little frisky, but I couldn't stay too long cause the driver was waiting, still a little perturbed about not getting a big enough fare, and plus he had a woman with him in the front seat, so I figured he wanted to go home. Through the course of our conversation, it came out that I used to drive a Corvette, so then he asked why if I am rich I wouldn't pay him more money. Obviously, he doesn't know Corvettes -- that thing was in the shop so much that it's what MADE me poor, ha ha!