The first Santa parade of the season has officially come and gone today. The weather was the oddest thing, it was cloudy and windy and rainy all day until about 4pm. Then it cleared up, the wind died down and the streets all dried up, just in time for the parade. After the parade had been cleared away, it started raining again. I guess the Gods like to watch parades on the occasion <g>
I volunteered to drive one of the taxies for the parade - I haven't ever done such a thing before, I have walked in numerous, but never driven in one. I got to the appointed spot with my wife and daughter, not really sure what to expect but if you go expecting anything, you won't be surprised when it happens. I found the car I was to drive and we all helped get it prettied up for the parade. In total there were 6 of us running around getting all the lights and decor put together and a blind gentleman who played his guitar and sang Christmas songs for the entirety of the parade.
Showing posts with label taxi. Show all posts
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Saturday, 17 November 2012
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Karmic Bank Account
There are times when I am very glad that I have a very well stocked Karmic bank account. On the occasion I chose to make a withdraw, it is nice to know there are funds available.
One fine night, not so long ago, I was out doing the taxi thing. Now, I will admit to not enjoying seeing someone else scoop my fare. For some odd reason, it annoys the snot out of me. The night in question, I was down town, waiting for someone to stumble out of a bar and desperately need a ride home. I was cruising along Wharf Street about 2330 when a block ahead of me, someone was waving to flag me down. Sweet. I make my way to this person when, from out of nowhere (okay, he was behind me) a cab from another company went screaming past my left side mirror, cut in front of me and stopped at the curb to pick up the person who flagged me down. Damn, lost that trip. Oh well, carry on.
One fine night, not so long ago, I was out doing the taxi thing. Now, I will admit to not enjoying seeing someone else scoop my fare. For some odd reason, it annoys the snot out of me. The night in question, I was down town, waiting for someone to stumble out of a bar and desperately need a ride home. I was cruising along Wharf Street about 2330 when a block ahead of me, someone was waving to flag me down. Sweet. I make my way to this person when, from out of nowhere (okay, he was behind me) a cab from another company went screaming past my left side mirror, cut in front of me and stopped at the curb to pick up the person who flagged me down. Damn, lost that trip. Oh well, carry on.
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
Waiting for the trip
So yesterday I was up, bright eyed and bushy tailed at 4am to start another exciting shift behind the wheel. If there is anyone out there who really believes I was either bright eyed or bushy tailed, please let me know - I have a bridge to sell you.
I used to believe that being out there bright and early was the way to do it. The busses don't run and people still need to get to the airport, get to work or get home from the night before. Yesterday drove the last nail into the coffin of that belief. I did all the right things, went to the busiest zone for that time of the morning and I sat there, for an hour, number one in the zone. I watched as every other zone emptied around me. It was like I was the zone killer, where I went, no taxi was called. Over the period of that first hour of sitting (first of 4 over the entire day) I twiddled my thumb, reminded myself that it happens sometimes, prayed to the Gods of Dispatch and contemplated sacrificing my first born - all to no avail. Finally, after 60 minutes of going nuts, a call was being held 4 zones away. In desperation, I asked for it and was given it. 30 minutes later I had made 1/6 of my lease. Not a great way to start the day, but certainly better than what I was doing prior to that.
I used to believe that being out there bright and early was the way to do it. The busses don't run and people still need to get to the airport, get to work or get home from the night before. Yesterday drove the last nail into the coffin of that belief. I did all the right things, went to the busiest zone for that time of the morning and I sat there, for an hour, number one in the zone. I watched as every other zone emptied around me. It was like I was the zone killer, where I went, no taxi was called. Over the period of that first hour of sitting (first of 4 over the entire day) I twiddled my thumb, reminded myself that it happens sometimes, prayed to the Gods of Dispatch and contemplated sacrificing my first born - all to no avail. Finally, after 60 minutes of going nuts, a call was being held 4 zones away. In desperation, I asked for it and was given it. 30 minutes later I had made 1/6 of my lease. Not a great way to start the day, but certainly better than what I was doing prior to that.
Sunday, 4 November 2012
Another fine day behind the wheel
Driving cab today started out just spiffy. I was getting good trips, making good money and having a good time, then noon came around and all of that changed.
The dispatch terminal in my car decided it no longer wishes to talk to the dispatch server at the office. So I sat there, for an hour, watching trips be dispatched to everyone but ME! A very painful event in any taxi drivers life. I called up dispatch and she confirmed that yes, cars were being dispatched in my place. She then proceeded to track down the problem and was unable. Finally someone in the office said "DO THE MICROSOFT". For those of you out there who are not blessed with Mircosoft, this is what you do to fix about 90% of the problems you will encounter
TURN IT ALL OFF. COUNT TO 100. TURN IT ALL BACK ON.
Well, I did the MICROSOFT and was immediately rewarded with a trip. YEAH, only 2 hours wasted.
Then no one got trips, anywhere, for an hour. No one in this town needed to go anywhere. Bummer.
Ah well, some days you make a killing, some days it is only a mild beating.
Speaking of beating, I have been, am totally wiped, and am heading for a pre dinner snooze.
Here is to hoping tomorrow is a bit better
TTFN
The dispatch terminal in my car decided it no longer wishes to talk to the dispatch server at the office. So I sat there, for an hour, watching trips be dispatched to everyone but ME! A very painful event in any taxi drivers life. I called up dispatch and she confirmed that yes, cars were being dispatched in my place. She then proceeded to track down the problem and was unable. Finally someone in the office said "DO THE MICROSOFT". For those of you out there who are not blessed with Mircosoft, this is what you do to fix about 90% of the problems you will encounter
TURN IT ALL OFF. COUNT TO 100. TURN IT ALL BACK ON.
Well, I did the MICROSOFT and was immediately rewarded with a trip. YEAH, only 2 hours wasted.
Then no one got trips, anywhere, for an hour. No one in this town needed to go anywhere. Bummer.
Ah well, some days you make a killing, some days it is only a mild beating.
Speaking of beating, I have been, am totally wiped, and am heading for a pre dinner snooze.
Here is to hoping tomorrow is a bit better
TTFN
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
Kicking it Old School
Last night was the first night driving shift I have taken in ages. To be honest, I wasn't really looking forward to it but the realities of the budget demanded I get my butt out there and hustle up some cash.
I got into my car, hit the power buttont ( it was a Prius, I love driving Prius as a taxi), flashed up the engine, turned on the radio and then hit the switch for the dispatch computer. The computer refused to connect so I turned it off and back on again. Still no joy. I turned both it and the radio off, counted to 10 and then turned them both back on again. Damn, what the $#%@ is wrong with the damn thing. It is pissing rain, getting dark and I want to be paying the mortgage. I pulled out my cell and called up the office and was told the computer was down - dispatch was by voice tonight. Sweet.
Okay, turn the radio to channel 2, and log myself in
"Car 4, 10-8, 83" (that would be my car, starting shift in zone 83)
"Rodger 4, you are #2"
Screw that, I am not sitting #2 up here, time to go to the busiest zone in the city - right beside the Walmart. I pull into zone 68, check in and park the car to wait to be called. Two minutes later the sweet voice called out (dispatch was a lady tonight)
"Car 4, 1180 Lovat #20"
"1180 Lovat, #20, thank you " and away I went. 5 minutes later, I realize the address given was incorrect and called it in.
"Sorry 4, go to Starbucks at Mayfaire for Alex."
"Starbucks, thank you". Dang, I hate that mall spot, a real pain to get into. Not withstanding that, with it being rush hour all of the roads surrounding the mall are packed with cars. Ah well, my first trip of the shift is always the best part of the shift so away I went.
I pulled into the mall and up to the Starbucks, listening to dispatch ask a couple of cars to go up to St Margarets School to clear up a back log. Two drivers respond and dispatch asks them to report how many other trips are up there. St Margarets is a private girls school we have exclusive rights to, generally a very good trip to and or from. I stop my car and see two teens in short skirts approach my car. Hmmm, I am guessing St Margarets girls. Sure enough, they get in and say "St Margarets please. And please, as fast as you can."
I turn back and looked at these two over privileged teeny preppies and say "Ladies, it is dark, raining cats and dogs and rush hour. I promise to get you there as soon as I can." What I didn't say was "did you really need to tell me to hurry you stunned #$%^*? I make a whole lot more money getting you to where you need to be faster than if I take my sweet time. Oh, by the way, in case you had your heads so far up your @$$*$ and didn't notice, the streets are clogged with rush hour traffic and its pissing rain. Sit down, shut the (#%) up, enjoy the ride and I will do my damndest not get you to your nice little escape from reality." I have learned that sometimes it is best to say some things out loud and some things to yourself.
The trip to the school took about 15 minutes, not too bad all things considered By the time I got there, I passed 4 of my wingers coming back from the school and there was another one at the school when I arrived. It was busy time for us at St Margarets.
The rest of the shift went well, other than the occasional whine from someone who didn't get a trip because of an error at dispatch. Gee guys, get a life, grow up and stop with the crap. Dispatch is only human and errors happen - get over it. Someone fixed the computer about 1 hour before my shift ended and then I stopped getting trips, go figure. Ah well, I got home with $70 to my name so I was happy.
And that was a night shift, in the rain, using the radio.
Time to get myself attending to life again
TTFN
I got into my car, hit the power buttont ( it was a Prius, I love driving Prius as a taxi), flashed up the engine, turned on the radio and then hit the switch for the dispatch computer. The computer refused to connect so I turned it off and back on again. Still no joy. I turned both it and the radio off, counted to 10 and then turned them both back on again. Damn, what the $#%@ is wrong with the damn thing. It is pissing rain, getting dark and I want to be paying the mortgage. I pulled out my cell and called up the office and was told the computer was down - dispatch was by voice tonight. Sweet.
Okay, turn the radio to channel 2, and log myself in
"Car 4, 10-8, 83" (that would be my car, starting shift in zone 83)
"Rodger 4, you are #2"
Screw that, I am not sitting #2 up here, time to go to the busiest zone in the city - right beside the Walmart. I pull into zone 68, check in and park the car to wait to be called. Two minutes later the sweet voice called out (dispatch was a lady tonight)
"Car 4, 1180 Lovat #20"
"1180 Lovat, #20, thank you " and away I went. 5 minutes later, I realize the address given was incorrect and called it in.
"Sorry 4, go to Starbucks at Mayfaire for Alex."
"Starbucks, thank you". Dang, I hate that mall spot, a real pain to get into. Not withstanding that, with it being rush hour all of the roads surrounding the mall are packed with cars. Ah well, my first trip of the shift is always the best part of the shift so away I went.
I pulled into the mall and up to the Starbucks, listening to dispatch ask a couple of cars to go up to St Margarets School to clear up a back log. Two drivers respond and dispatch asks them to report how many other trips are up there. St Margarets is a private girls school we have exclusive rights to, generally a very good trip to and or from. I stop my car and see two teens in short skirts approach my car. Hmmm, I am guessing St Margarets girls. Sure enough, they get in and say "St Margarets please. And please, as fast as you can."
I turn back and looked at these two over privileged teeny preppies and say "Ladies, it is dark, raining cats and dogs and rush hour. I promise to get you there as soon as I can." What I didn't say was "did you really need to tell me to hurry you stunned #$%^*? I make a whole lot more money getting you to where you need to be faster than if I take my sweet time. Oh, by the way, in case you had your heads so far up your @$$*$ and didn't notice, the streets are clogged with rush hour traffic and its pissing rain. Sit down, shut the (#%) up, enjoy the ride and I will do my damndest not get you to your nice little escape from reality." I have learned that sometimes it is best to say some things out loud and some things to yourself.
The trip to the school took about 15 minutes, not too bad all things considered By the time I got there, I passed 4 of my wingers coming back from the school and there was another one at the school when I arrived. It was busy time for us at St Margarets.
The rest of the shift went well, other than the occasional whine from someone who didn't get a trip because of an error at dispatch. Gee guys, get a life, grow up and stop with the crap. Dispatch is only human and errors happen - get over it. Someone fixed the computer about 1 hour before my shift ended and then I stopped getting trips, go figure. Ah well, I got home with $70 to my name so I was happy.
And that was a night shift, in the rain, using the radio.
Time to get myself attending to life again
TTFN
Wednesday, 24 October 2012
Red Light, Green Light
Within each driver is the desire to see a green light and a clear intersection. During one night shift I had the blessing to see an unbroken string of them, for 30 kilometres. To give you a bit of geography, to leave the city of Victoria BC by plane or ferry, you have one 1 direction you can go, and that is North, up the number 17 highway. This highway begins right down town and extents all the way up the Sannich Peninsula. There are about 15 light controlled intersections along the 40 km length of it and this particular stretch of road is a favourite for the local law enforcement to get their daily quota of speeders.
It was about 8:25pm one Wednesday evening when I was trolling the streets down town, waiting to be dispatched or to have someone flag me down. There at the corner, arms waving frantically, were two young adults with back packs. I pulled up to the curb and they piled in and said "Ferry, please. Can you get us there in time?"
Two thoughts immediately came to mind. $60 and Damn, it will be right close.
Okay folks, buckle up and lets do this. I clicked the meter on and away we went. 2 minutes later we were on the right road, pointed the right direction and faced with those 15 lights and the police. I crossed my fingers, said a brief prayer to the Gods of taxi drivers and went for it.
Every light went green, I didn't stop once for a light, someone being stupid in front of me or a cop. As we closed in to the ferry terminal, one of my passengers sais they needed to pay by credit card. No problem, I reached for the terminal and handed it back to them. I told them the meter would read $60 when we got there and I talked them through processing the payment.
At 8:50 pm, I pulled up to the terminal, and saw that they were still selling tickets. They jumped out of the cab, handed me the credit card payment ($70), they both kissed me and ran to the ticket counter. As there were no other cabs or busses left there, I decided to hang around just in case they weren't allowed to by a ticket. I watched as they got to the counter, paid for a ticket, run through the gate an onto the ferry.
Good trip, got them where they wanted to be and got a pretty penny for it. Not a bad way spend the middle of a shift. Of course, there was a price to pay for it.
Every light I hit for the rest of the night was red.
It was about 8:25pm one Wednesday evening when I was trolling the streets down town, waiting to be dispatched or to have someone flag me down. There at the corner, arms waving frantically, were two young adults with back packs. I pulled up to the curb and they piled in and said "Ferry, please. Can you get us there in time?"
Two thoughts immediately came to mind. $60 and Damn, it will be right close.
Okay folks, buckle up and lets do this. I clicked the meter on and away we went. 2 minutes later we were on the right road, pointed the right direction and faced with those 15 lights and the police. I crossed my fingers, said a brief prayer to the Gods of taxi drivers and went for it.
Every light went green, I didn't stop once for a light, someone being stupid in front of me or a cop. As we closed in to the ferry terminal, one of my passengers sais they needed to pay by credit card. No problem, I reached for the terminal and handed it back to them. I told them the meter would read $60 when we got there and I talked them through processing the payment.
At 8:50 pm, I pulled up to the terminal, and saw that they were still selling tickets. They jumped out of the cab, handed me the credit card payment ($70), they both kissed me and ran to the ticket counter. As there were no other cabs or busses left there, I decided to hang around just in case they weren't allowed to by a ticket. I watched as they got to the counter, paid for a ticket, run through the gate an onto the ferry.
Good trip, got them where they wanted to be and got a pretty penny for it. Not a bad way spend the middle of a shift. Of course, there was a price to pay for it.
Every light I hit for the rest of the night was red.
Friday, 12 October 2012
Shift report
It sucked, badly, so badly I decided to end it early.
Ah well, any day that I spent learning something - or relearning something, is not a wasted day.
I came home and had a mid afternoon snooze, now almost ready to face the world again
Cheers
Thursday, 11 October 2012
Ready for shift two
Tomorrow is shift two. Lessons learned from shift one
1. The Marriott hotel is only booked at 30%, do not sit infront of it for an hour, waiting for a trip.
2. Stop chasing for empty zones. Go to where you decide and stay there.
3. Remember to put the car in Park and ensure it is there BEFORE getting out of the car.
Tomorrow it is supposed to rain. I don't particularly like driving in the rain, but the rain does tend to attract a few more customers. With that said, time to find the portable umbrella to take with me.
Cheers,
Bed time for this cabbie
1. The Marriott hotel is only booked at 30%, do not sit infront of it for an hour, waiting for a trip.
2. Stop chasing for empty zones. Go to where you decide and stay there.
3. Remember to put the car in Park and ensure it is there BEFORE getting out of the car.
Tomorrow it is supposed to rain. I don't particularly like driving in the rain, but the rain does tend to attract a few more customers. With that said, time to find the portable umbrella to take with me.
Cheers,
Bed time for this cabbie
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
Shift one, from behind the wheel
Well, I survived my first shift behind the wheel, and didn't even crash into anything. Not a bad way to begin. Heck, even made $120. Not great but not too horrible. Apparently there a few bugs I need to work out of the system.
2 of the 12 hours I spent sitting in my car, twiddling my thumb, watching cars from other zones getting trips - EVERYONE BUT ME!!! If I learned anything from those two hours it is - give up sooner. The moment I gave up sitting where I was, I got trips. Murphy watches all, Murphy knows all.
Shift number one, done. Hopefully I will not be needing to do this for long. I enjoy it but 12 hours is a long stretch.
Cheers
2 of the 12 hours I spent sitting in my car, twiddling my thumb, watching cars from other zones getting trips - EVERYONE BUT ME!!! If I learned anything from those two hours it is - give up sooner. The moment I gave up sitting where I was, I got trips. Murphy watches all, Murphy knows all.
Shift number one, done. Hopefully I will not be needing to do this for long. I enjoy it but 12 hours is a long stretch.
Cheers
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
Back on the road again
This time for sure.
Drivers Licence - check
Chiefs permit - check
Training - check
System Login - Check
Scheduled Car - Check
This time for sure. I have 3 shifts booked for the week and with a little bit of luck, the bus drivers will be going on strike. The strike will make things hellishly busy but busy means $$$$.
I am really looking forward to getting behind the wheel again. The thrill of the hunt for the next fare, the exhilaration of being told "Airport", finishing the shift and heading home are all the high points for me. Sure, there can be periods of sitting in the car and watching everyone else get a fare but you can't have the highs if you don't get the lows.
First shift, Wednesday morning at 5am(my favorite starting time).
Setting my eyes on the first fare of the morrow, I bid you adieu.
Drivers Licence - check
Chiefs permit - check
Training - check
System Login - Check
Scheduled Car - Check
This time for sure. I have 3 shifts booked for the week and with a little bit of luck, the bus drivers will be going on strike. The strike will make things hellishly busy but busy means $$$$.
I am really looking forward to getting behind the wheel again. The thrill of the hunt for the next fare, the exhilaration of being told "Airport", finishing the shift and heading home are all the high points for me. Sure, there can be periods of sitting in the car and watching everyone else get a fare but you can't have the highs if you don't get the lows.
First shift, Wednesday morning at 5am(my favorite starting time).
Setting my eyes on the first fare of the morrow, I bid you adieu.
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Denied!
Le Bummer. The powers to be at the office have decreed that I must take the refresher training before they will allow me to drive. DAMN! I did that training about 8 months ago and now have to do it again? BAH!
Ah well, I didn't really want to work this weekend anyway <pout>
More stories from the front seat will have to wait until next week
Ah well, I didn't really want to work this weekend anyway <pout>
More stories from the front seat will have to wait until next week
Back Behind the Wheel
So, I am currently between jobs again, it is time to take up the roll of cabbie even if it is only for a couple of months. I am looking forward to seeing new faces - and a few I have seen before, waiting for that trip to the airport - two or three a day would be nice, and spending some time driving around the city. What I am not looking forward to is getting up to get an early start
Ah well, I am sure I will have a few more cabbie stories to post as the weeks carry on
Cheers
Ah well, I am sure I will have a few more cabbie stories to post as the weeks carry on
Cheers
Saturday, 29 September 2012
Dogs in my Taxi
Every once in a while I have a call come in and say "They have a dog - you OK with that?"
Now, technically I can say No, for any number of reasons but generally I don't mind having a canine in my car. Frequently they are better behaved than the person who brought them on board. I have never ever had one woof his cookies in my car.
One night I went to pick up some folks and was told about the dog. Great. I was having a lousy night and I figured it couldn't really get any worse. So I pull up and these 3 not to clean folks stagger up the the car and get in, followed by their doberman pincher. This dog crawled between the the two front seats and sat down on the passenger seat, tall and proud and just sat there. He was calm, cool and collected and absolutely the soul of decency. I decided that if the dog would vouch for his people, I would let them into my car.
As it turned out, I ended up picking these same people up and bringing them home about 2 hours later. They weren't any cleaner, nor any more sober but the dog vouched for them so I let them in. They paid up and life was good.
More stories for the front seat to follow.
Cheers
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
From the front seat
Greetings one and all
As I mentioned in a much earlier post, I drive taxi every now and again. I had oppertunity to drive a couple times last week and have a few observations from the drivers seat.
1. Please, if you are going to bath, don't do it in colone. If you are can be detected upwind by someone with a head cold, you are wearing too much. A little goes a long way.
2. Give your driver a moment to get himself reseated (that is if he got out of the car to open your door). Let him settle in and ask where to, cause if he is ready for the answer, he can process the fastest way to get there. For the most part, we want to get you to your destination as fast as we can, so we can get our next customer.
3. If you need to pay by Credit Card or something other than cash, please let us know soonest so we can get things ready while the car is stopped at a light.
4. If you need to dash into the store to get something, don't expect us to turn off the meter. Some of us will but this is our time you are useing, therefore, the meter stays on.
5. Say hello to us. A great many of us like the job just for the fact we get to talk to lots of people. I love telling stories about this that and the other thing.
6. If there is something you want to know about, ask us. There is a pretty good chance that we have been there, eaten there, or have had another customer tell us that place serves a great rack of lamb.
Beyond that, sit back, enjoy the ride and have a happy day
Cheers
As I mentioned in a much earlier post, I drive taxi every now and again. I had oppertunity to drive a couple times last week and have a few observations from the drivers seat.
1. Please, if you are going to bath, don't do it in colone. If you are can be detected upwind by someone with a head cold, you are wearing too much. A little goes a long way.
2. Give your driver a moment to get himself reseated (that is if he got out of the car to open your door). Let him settle in and ask where to, cause if he is ready for the answer, he can process the fastest way to get there. For the most part, we want to get you to your destination as fast as we can, so we can get our next customer.
3. If you need to pay by Credit Card or something other than cash, please let us know soonest so we can get things ready while the car is stopped at a light.
4. If you need to dash into the store to get something, don't expect us to turn off the meter. Some of us will but this is our time you are useing, therefore, the meter stays on.
5. Say hello to us. A great many of us like the job just for the fact we get to talk to lots of people. I love telling stories about this that and the other thing.
6. If there is something you want to know about, ask us. There is a pretty good chance that we have been there, eaten there, or have had another customer tell us that place serves a great rack of lamb.
Beyond that, sit back, enjoy the ride and have a happy day
Cheers
Saturday, 22 October 2011
Stories from the Front Seat
At one point in my life that has been, I drove taxi. Some nights this was a less than glamorous job but others had there moments.
Sitting up in the drivers seat gives you a very good view of the world as it really is, here is one such glimpse of the world
It was a dark and stormy night - water from the sky = green for the wallet.
It had been an awsome night, I was looking forward to a well deserved sleep after a $300 night of alcohol fueled generosity.
It was 0330, I was downtown and thought, awwww heck, one more ride and I go home. So I check into dispatch and get sent down to a place called Merlins (it has had 3 new names since then). Anyway I pull up and two very attractive ladies, with barley there dresses, and one guy pile into the back of my car, guy sandwiched between his two female companions.
"Airport please"
Nice, for an end of the night trip, another $50 going into my pocket. SWEET.
Off we go, meter running at full bore and me happy as a pig in poop. After a few minutes, the two ladies decide to play Madonna and Britney with each other over the guys lap. Gah! Not fair. I have to pay attention to the road and that sort of thing does get to be distracting.
We get close to the half way mark of the trip and buddy asks if I could pull over at the gas station so they can get smokes and water. Not a problem.
I pull into a parking stall, stop the car and the two ladies fling open the back doors, ooze out of the cab and begin to empty their stomacks all over the tarmac. The guy is beside himself with embarassment.
"OMG Sir, I am so sorry about that!!!"
I turn to him and say "look buddy, they are outside my cab emptying their stomacks on the pavement and not in my car, the meter is still ticking away, there is no problem."
This calmed him down some and he went out to help his friends.
10 minutes later we are back on the road again, the ladies deside that they really don't feel like playing kissy face anymore. Hmmm, I wonder why? We get to the destination and they pile out. Buddy gives me $70 to cover his embarrassment and when I went to do my apres shift car clean, I found another $20 in change that had spilled out of thier pockets.
A fine way to end my shift
Sitting up in the drivers seat gives you a very good view of the world as it really is, here is one such glimpse of the world
It was a dark and stormy night - water from the sky = green for the wallet.
It had been an awsome night, I was looking forward to a well deserved sleep after a $300 night of alcohol fueled generosity.
It was 0330, I was downtown and thought, awwww heck, one more ride and I go home. So I check into dispatch and get sent down to a place called Merlins (it has had 3 new names since then). Anyway I pull up and two very attractive ladies, with barley there dresses, and one guy pile into the back of my car, guy sandwiched between his two female companions.
"Airport please"
Nice, for an end of the night trip, another $50 going into my pocket. SWEET.
Off we go, meter running at full bore and me happy as a pig in poop. After a few minutes, the two ladies decide to play Madonna and Britney with each other over the guys lap. Gah! Not fair. I have to pay attention to the road and that sort of thing does get to be distracting.
We get close to the half way mark of the trip and buddy asks if I could pull over at the gas station so they can get smokes and water. Not a problem.
I pull into a parking stall, stop the car and the two ladies fling open the back doors, ooze out of the cab and begin to empty their stomacks all over the tarmac. The guy is beside himself with embarassment.
"OMG Sir, I am so sorry about that!!!"
I turn to him and say "look buddy, they are outside my cab emptying their stomacks on the pavement and not in my car, the meter is still ticking away, there is no problem."
This calmed him down some and he went out to help his friends.
10 minutes later we are back on the road again, the ladies deside that they really don't feel like playing kissy face anymore. Hmmm, I wonder why? We get to the destination and they pile out. Buddy gives me $70 to cover his embarrassment and when I went to do my apres shift car clean, I found another $20 in change that had spilled out of thier pockets.
A fine way to end my shift
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
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