And that works out perfectly for me, because it just so happens I don't have to pay taxes in Quebec if I don't feel like it.
An association that represents 2,500 taxi driversclaims it's going to withhold filing its taxes, and instead put the money in a trust. Once the government makes good on their promise to stop Uber from thriving, only then will it pay up.
Montreal taxis contribute about 10 million dollars in taxes every year, so it would be a significant middle finger to the government if they actually succeed in refusing to pay.
The thing is, I didn't realize that this was even an option.
You mean,if I disagree with something the government does (or doesn't do), then I can skip tax season?
I mean that's the logic the taxi association is operating on, so I figure why not apply this to my own life?
Perhaps I too should withhold my money until from the government delivers on all its other promises. Here are a few off the top of my head:
Fix the infrastructure
Give us free city-wide Wi-Fi
Extend the metro
Until these demands are met, no taxes for you!
Or we can all come back to reality, and tell the taxis that this isn't how the world works, and that they have to follow the same rules as everybody else. Just a thought.
We all know by now that UberEats in Montreal has our back whenever we're feeling too lazy to make our own meal or to go get our own groceries.
The app just even got better for anyone with no desire to leave their house — Montrealers can now order from stores in the city on UberEats too. So you can get all your must-haves brought to your doorstep faster than even Amazon can deliver.
Uber media representative Jonathan Hamel confirmed the full list of retail options available in Montreal throughout the Uber Eats app as follows:
Chora Design Floral
Epicerie du Bazaar
Marché Aux Fleurs MTL
Pellatt Cornucopia Gifts
Pépinière Notre Dame
As you can see, there's a variety of flower shops on the list, which can save you if ever you don't have time to go get someone a gift before an event because you can have a bouquet of flowers delivered to you while you're getting ready for it!
Or, if you're in desperate need of some face wash before starting your day, you can also have that brought to your doorstep.
Looking for a new book to cozy up in bed with on a cold day? You've got Indigo as a delivery option for that.
And of course, you can have a much-needed snack brought to you as well. Why do we even bother leaving our homes at this point, eh?
Note that depending on where you are in Montreal, all the retail stores listed above may not have options for delivery or pickup.
This morning it seems like everything in the news is about Montreal Taxis. They're having a protest today, they also plan on protesting and ruining F1 weekend and they're even falling asleep while they're driving clients home.
But the story that enrages me the most has to be the horror story that happened to this Montrealer last Saturday morning.
At about 1:45 am this person hailed a cab in the Old Port of Montreal. The taxi driver said that he can only accept debit cards because he was out of change.
Not too bad, considering they usually hate accepting cards.
But it turns out this cab drivers wasn't just out giving rides to people that night, he was out hunting for debit cards.
The passenger handed a card to the taxi driver and was given a different random debit card that belonged to someone else.
The passenger then put the card away without looking, at it (as any of us would) and went home.
The next day, the passenger went to buy a coffee only to discover the PIN on the card wasn't working. That's when it became obvious it wasn't the right card.
Shortly after, the passenger got a call from the bank saying there was usual activity on their bank account. Apparently the entire account was emptied at 4:00 am using the correct PIN.
That means the taxi driver planned this ahead of time to make sure he managed to obtain both the card and the PIN as well.
According to the original post, the matter is currently being investigated by the police.
Just a reminder to everyone out there, always take a picture of the taxi's license when you step into a cab. And the next time a taxi driver tells you they can only accept debit cards because they have no change, either get out and take another taxi or make damn sure you're getting your own debit card back.
Guys, if you know me at all, you for sure know one thing about me.
Straight-up, I strongly dislike taking public transportation. I don't know exactly why; probably, I'm just one of those people who complain about everything but don't know just how good we have it.
Whatever the reason, public transport is not for me.
And neither is driving, apparently.
Although I have my driver's license, I get anxious if I have to drive for a long stretch of time. No amount of comfort can get me to stop being so nervous behind the wheel, and so for everyone's safety, I've put a pin in the whole "driving myself around" thing, just until I can get over whatever's holding me back.
Until that time comes, I'll always be looking for crafty ways to get lifts. That's why Uber was pretty much my bae for a little while: it offered convenience (enter your full trajectory? pay by credit card? track the car? Yes. All of it. Yes please), fun drivers, cheaper prices, and an all-around good alternative to public transportation.
My month-long adventure with Uber began innocently enough. I forgot to charge my Opus for the month, and, stranded without change or cash, I downloaded the app, ordered an Uber, and bam. Within two minutes, I was sitting next to my driver, zipping through the city. I reached my destination in record time, and throughout the ride, I had a super intriguing talk with the driver. In short, I was hooked.
The next day, I decided to Uber it again. Within five minutes, a new driver was pulling up in front of my place.
He opened the door for me, offered me gum and water, and asked me if I had any route that I preferred to take. I was like, "nah," and off we went - closer to work, and deeper and deeper into my Uber obsession.
Throughout the next month, I kept finding convenient excuses to not load my Opus. I "just didn't have any time", or I "misplaced my card"... Basically, I was reaching pretty hard, every single day, for more reasons to continue my use of Uber.
I couldn't help it, TBH. All of my Uber drivers were super polite, chill, and fun to talk to; they engaged in conversations with me, got me where I needed to go safely and in a super timely manner, and always listened if I requested a road change or something like that.
Plus, during one of my rides, Hotline Bling by Drake came on the radio... and my Uber driver and I started singing along to it. Legit. We were duet-ing Hotline Bling together, these two strangers brought together by a single app. It was beautiful.
It was also addicting. I felt like I had some control over my route, which wasn't something I was used to with other methods of getting around.
And then came the credit card bill, and my month of happiness came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks.
Let me tell you something, friends. Uber is a cheaper alternative to other ways of getting around... but those rides add up, especially if you're taking an Uber every single day.
Although that reality check was super rough, and I've since been kind of forced to kick the Uber habit, I don't regret it.
Not only was I getting around the city super quickly, but I also got to meet some incredibly interesting people, with different backgrounds and opinions. A lot of them were outgoing; some were just there to do their job; but all of them were polite and respectful, and although it ended up costing me a pretty penny (BRB, drying my tears), I wouldn't trade my month-long trip down the Uber rabbit hole for anything.
I stepped into the smelliest, dirtiest cab in the world. I don't know what that smell was, but it seemed like a combination of air freshener and diarrhea. The seats were stained, the floor had an old kleenex box that had been stepped on several times. There were even remnants of an old news paper that was clearly used as a winter floormat.
When I got home I asked to pay with a debit card and the driver looked at at me like I was crazy.
"You don't have cash" he said.
As if I should feel guilty about not carrying cash. But luckily since the new laws went into effect on January 1st, all the taxis are required to accept cards, so in the end the driver had no choice.
But that wasn't the only rule that went into effect that day.
There a few other rules that were meant to "improve" the taxi industry.
I decided to pull those rules out just to see if that taxi driver, and any other taxi me and my friends have taken since January were respecting the new rules.
The old law said that taxi drivers must open doors for the elderly and pregnant women. But the rule makes this apply to anyone who calls a cab (not for those who hail a cab). I've called 3 cabs since January 1st and not once did they open the door for me.
Remember how they said taxi drivers were going to be getting uniforms? Then they changed the rule and said they had to wear black pants and a clean white t-shirt. Now tell me, have you ever seen a cab driver dressed this way? Think about it. Because I certainly haven't.
So far so good. I must say it seems like all taxis accept electronic payment. You have to give credit where credit is due. However I still get harassed to pay with cash, to accept flat-fee rides for cash and when I don't have cash to pay, the driver usually looks at me as if I had just committed a crime.
That's right, all the taxis also had to get Cameras in the cabs. Have you ever seen one? Maybe they're hiding them really well. Maybe it's a spycam embedded directly into the headrest. Or maybe they just didn't bother with that rule.