Vito Marciano got into my taxi today, and I've never had a fare who complained as much as he did! Marciano had just gotten off work, and was headed to Jesenice to meet a friend. A mechanic by trade, he would not stop complaining that the car was dirty. I didn't think it was that big of a deal, but he would not let it go. He started insulting the taxi and getting me quite angry, so I pulled over far from the city and made him take his pants off to clean the windows. As he waxed on and off, I got into the backseat and...