Imagine the scene: It's late Saturday night at Coachella and you're tired. The sound of Phoenix echoes in the distance as you walk away from the Empire Polo Club in Indio, because to save time and avoid the parking quagmire, you had a friend drop you off. It can happen, because it happened to me.
I needed a cab, but my phone was dead. Surely, however, with a festival this size there must be a wealth of taxis waiting for those who might have overindulged on more than just music after a full day in the desert?
No such luck. Cabs are allowed to pick up passengers only from a designated spot in Lot 13 at 52nd and Madison streets -- a detail I didn't discover until later. So I walked, and then walked some more until I flagged down a sheriff's deputy patrolling the outskirts of the festival. He told me that cabs weren't permitted to stop in most areas outside the festival. He didn't tell me about the designated taxi area, which by then was a long walk from where I was.
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked. "Talk to Goldenvoice about that," he replied, and walked away.