I hate people. I hate drunk people. I hate all the guys who go to the club and on the way talk about how much they are going to hook up tonight. I hate all the guys who come home by themselves and brag about how many opportunities they had. I hate all the girls who hide their sluttiness behind alcohol. I hate all the superficial people of this city that all feel the need to be in my cab all night long.
Everyone who goes to Outlaw's is a greasy, hick dirtbag. Everyone who goes to Tequila's is a heartless sack of shit wrapped in a pretty shell. Everyone who goes to the Scuz is just an idiot.
Don't tell me to change me music. If you tell me to tune into Wired 96.3 I'm going to leave you at the side of the road. If you call a cab, you should probably look out the window every once in a while. One of these times if you make me wait that long I'm going to wait until you're two steps from the van and then I'm going to drive off.
I hate gross, poor people. I hate that you wear faded blue jeans with 10 year old white sneakers...out in public. I hate that you have no manners and reinforce multiple stereotypes. I hate that you're making me believe stereotypes. I hate you're so racist you can't get by the fact that I'm white.
'Fuck you' is what I should be saying at every opportunity but instead I just laugh and nod. You ask me how my day is going and I'm wondering whether I should respect you enough to be honest, or maybe I should respect you enough to not be honest. How want to know how my day is going? It's going horrible, and your presence just made things worse. In fact, I was having a good day until you showed up.
Fuck you. Don't touch my music. Don't say stupid things. Don't even look at me, don't even sit in the front seat....just sit there til we've arrived, and if you try to give me directions to 8th Street I'm gonna drive to the outskirts of the city and leave you there, hopefully it gets colder out.
But here's what I really hate....I HATE that with all the this hatred, the one thing I can never add to the list....is my job.
I love my job, and no matter how mad I get, all it takes is one good customer or one good song to turn things right around. My job, I want to hate it, I want to hate it intensely. I want to drive around as an angry person yelling at random people and then quitting my job in epic fashion. Alas, this will not happen.
Saskatoon, I hate you.
Saskatoon, I love you.
Best. Job. Ever.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
In Demand
I drove one guy who I thought was retarded, turns out he was just Australian.
One of my customers asked what I would do if he ran off without paying. I told him I would chase after him and take my money. Despite being 17 years my senior, he was sure I would not be able to catch. We debated this for a while but eventually got to his place. He paid the $10 and went our separate ways.
There were quite a few friendlies in the cab this weekend. One group of girls appear to have become regulars. They're too nice, when I offer the friend discount of not turning on the meter and giving them the choice of paying and how much, they seem to pay too much. Not too too much, but the fare plus a good tip. I feel bad, I might have to turn the meter on next time....but I know they read this blog so I'm not too worried about it. I also have another new batch of regulars. I use the friend discount, they pay a little less than what they would if I turned on the meter. That's a fair fare.
Late Night Chow: Tim Horton's Bagel B.E.L.T.
The Belt is not a terrible late night option, but it's not very good either. It has no identity. It's not breakfast, but it's not lunch or dinner either. It doesn't even have a brunch feel either. Worst of all, it's not even greasy. Grease is the key to late-night goodness. Unfortunately, the Belt only garners a 2/5 score, which hurts Tim Horton's good reputation in a tight fight for late night supremacy with 7-11 and McD.
I want a cab that is a Fiat 500 with the horn from a semi-truck. I feel that it would be epic.
I got yelled at by an angry mom who refused to pay the full fare for her daughter's meandering through the city. Bitch.
One of my fellow United cab drivers ran through a streetlight on Friday evening. It was quite the mess and a few tow-trucks and popo-mobiles were at the scene. When I arrived back at the garage at the end of my shift I asked the guy from dispatch what had happened. This was an hour after the event and he said he had not heard anything and was mad that it was not reported. Every cab driver on the East side of the city knew about this little incident. I suspect the Pakistani community stuck together and wanted to prevent this guy from getting in trouble. I also suspect that my tattling will make me a Serpico in the cabbing community, ostracized and hated:
Mohammad #1: That young white cabbie told on our guy!
Mohammad #2: Which one?\
Mohammad #1: The only one in the city
Mohammad #3: Let's get him.
If I ever have an asian girlfriend, I will take her to Tim Horton's at 2 AM. Seriously, I never pick up asians from bars or clubs, but I always see asian couples going to Tim Horton's and talking at 2 in the morning.
I simulated a warm summer day by turning the heat on really high in my cab. When it got really hot I left the heat on in the rest of the cab and changed the fans in the driver section to really cold. It felt like a warm summer day and I had the A/C on to cool myself off. It''s doing stuff like this that gets me through a 12-hour shift.
One of my customers asked what I would do if he ran off without paying. I told him I would chase after him and take my money. Despite being 17 years my senior, he was sure I would not be able to catch. We debated this for a while but eventually got to his place. He paid the $10 and went our separate ways.
There were quite a few friendlies in the cab this weekend. One group of girls appear to have become regulars. They're too nice, when I offer the friend discount of not turning on the meter and giving them the choice of paying and how much, they seem to pay too much. Not too too much, but the fare plus a good tip. I feel bad, I might have to turn the meter on next time....but I know they read this blog so I'm not too worried about it. I also have another new batch of regulars. I use the friend discount, they pay a little less than what they would if I turned on the meter. That's a fair fare.
Late Night Chow: Tim Horton's Bagel B.E.L.T.
The Belt is not a terrible late night option, but it's not very good either. It has no identity. It's not breakfast, but it's not lunch or dinner either. It doesn't even have a brunch feel either. Worst of all, it's not even greasy. Grease is the key to late-night goodness. Unfortunately, the Belt only garners a 2/5 score, which hurts Tim Horton's good reputation in a tight fight for late night supremacy with 7-11 and McD.
I want a cab that is a Fiat 500 with the horn from a semi-truck. I feel that it would be epic.
I got yelled at by an angry mom who refused to pay the full fare for her daughter's meandering through the city. Bitch.
One of my fellow United cab drivers ran through a streetlight on Friday evening. It was quite the mess and a few tow-trucks and popo-mobiles were at the scene. When I arrived back at the garage at the end of my shift I asked the guy from dispatch what had happened. This was an hour after the event and he said he had not heard anything and was mad that it was not reported. Every cab driver on the East side of the city knew about this little incident. I suspect the Pakistani community stuck together and wanted to prevent this guy from getting in trouble. I also suspect that my tattling will make me a Serpico in the cabbing community, ostracized and hated:
Mohammad #1: That young white cabbie told on our guy!
Mohammad #2: Which one?\
Mohammad #1: The only one in the city
Mohammad #3: Let's get him.
If I ever have an asian girlfriend, I will take her to Tim Horton's at 2 AM. Seriously, I never pick up asians from bars or clubs, but I always see asian couples going to Tim Horton's and talking at 2 in the morning.
I simulated a warm summer day by turning the heat on really high in my cab. When it got really hot I left the heat on in the rest of the cab and changed the fans in the driver section to really cold. It felt like a warm summer day and I had the A/C on to cool myself off. It''s doing stuff like this that gets me through a 12-hour shift.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
City Wide Drive-Like-An-Asshole Night
I did not receive the memo, but yesterday was a city-wide drive-like-an-asshole night. Having no prior knowledge of this, I was unprepared and became quickly frustrated by the antics of the driving population. When you organize a big event like this, you will always have people who show up and perform half-assed. I remember the zombie walk night in the city, and a lot of so-called zombies were just people with a ripped shirt and some ketchup....and that's how the asshole driving night. Some people were lazy and were content with simply driving in the middle of two lanes or driving a little too slow. Other drivers, however, brought their A-game.
I was impressed with how much an asshole some drivers could be. While trying to turn left onto Idylwyld I had to wait until the light turned amber before I could cross as traffic was heavy. At these busy streets, it is expected that people will run the amber so usually I have to wait until the light is actually red before I can scoot across the intersection. With the light red, I thought it safe to cross as surely no one would cut it this late. I was wrong though, and one of the evening's participants not only cut through very late, but gave me the finger for being into the intersection myself. Well played, sir, well played.
Another driver got the best of me when I was traveling down a twisting back road. The snow was piled high and therefore I could not see what was around the corner. As I approached the corner a speeding car stared me dead in the eyes as he drove on the wrong side of the road. Too ensure a good placement in the evening's event, he was sure to swerve out of the way only a mere 15 metres in front of me. My customer got quite the scare, but I comforted her by telling her it was just a game for the evening. I then congratulated my fellow night driver for having pulled off such a ballsy and asshole move.
As the evening progressed I became more and more frustrated with other drivers but managed to keep my cool. The roads were very icy and on one particular road I had to go quite slow to make sure I did not slide into a busy intersection. The truck behind me was not pleased by this, and in keeping with the theme he honked and swerved around quite feverishly. At this point I muttered 'Hell is other drivers'. My customer did not appear to be an avid Sartre reader as she misunderstood the quote and thought I was simply mad at the other driver. I myself found the quote to be quite fitting.
As day turned into night and the clock passed 12:00 I was relieved that Drive-Like-An-Asshole night was over. The remaining five hours of my shift could go by much more smoothly, and they did. A trip to Martensville and some generous tippers who had been waiting in the cold for a long time brightened the financial side of the evening. Unfortunately, they were waiting outside Jax so of course they were not quality clientele. At this point I started rating my customers on a scale of 0-100. I soon figured that this was too simple a system and soon started rating them 0-10 on three different categories. From here, I discovered my dislike for people who swore, or gave people the finger, or were just simply rude. I then looked at my own self. I tend to swear quite a bit and perhaps this does not look favourably on me. I will try to classier person in the future.
On a side note, the two customers I rated the highest were just nice guys who asked about my job. Not very entertaining, but quality people...even despite one of them coming from Buds. Perhaps I will try to be a higher quality person by just asking people about their life and being polite.
Greasy Gregg's Late Night Chow:
Tonight I found out that I can order breakfast sandwiches at Tim Horton's as early as 4 AM. 5/5.
I was impressed with how much an asshole some drivers could be. While trying to turn left onto Idylwyld I had to wait until the light turned amber before I could cross as traffic was heavy. At these busy streets, it is expected that people will run the amber so usually I have to wait until the light is actually red before I can scoot across the intersection. With the light red, I thought it safe to cross as surely no one would cut it this late. I was wrong though, and one of the evening's participants not only cut through very late, but gave me the finger for being into the intersection myself. Well played, sir, well played.
Another driver got the best of me when I was traveling down a twisting back road. The snow was piled high and therefore I could not see what was around the corner. As I approached the corner a speeding car stared me dead in the eyes as he drove on the wrong side of the road. Too ensure a good placement in the evening's event, he was sure to swerve out of the way only a mere 15 metres in front of me. My customer got quite the scare, but I comforted her by telling her it was just a game for the evening. I then congratulated my fellow night driver for having pulled off such a ballsy and asshole move.
As the evening progressed I became more and more frustrated with other drivers but managed to keep my cool. The roads were very icy and on one particular road I had to go quite slow to make sure I did not slide into a busy intersection. The truck behind me was not pleased by this, and in keeping with the theme he honked and swerved around quite feverishly. At this point I muttered 'Hell is other drivers'. My customer did not appear to be an avid Sartre reader as she misunderstood the quote and thought I was simply mad at the other driver. I myself found the quote to be quite fitting.
As day turned into night and the clock passed 12:00 I was relieved that Drive-Like-An-Asshole night was over. The remaining five hours of my shift could go by much more smoothly, and they did. A trip to Martensville and some generous tippers who had been waiting in the cold for a long time brightened the financial side of the evening. Unfortunately, they were waiting outside Jax so of course they were not quality clientele. At this point I started rating my customers on a scale of 0-100. I soon figured that this was too simple a system and soon started rating them 0-10 on three different categories. From here, I discovered my dislike for people who swore, or gave people the finger, or were just simply rude. I then looked at my own self. I tend to swear quite a bit and perhaps this does not look favourably on me. I will try to classier person in the future.
On a side note, the two customers I rated the highest were just nice guys who asked about my job. Not very entertaining, but quality people...even despite one of them coming from Buds. Perhaps I will try to be a higher quality person by just asking people about their life and being polite.
Greasy Gregg's Late Night Chow:
Tonight I found out that I can order breakfast sandwiches at Tim Horton's as early as 4 AM. 5/5.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Spacial Discrimination
Tonight at the Scuz one member of the drinking population experienced some spacial discrimination. He asked a cab driver if he could be taken to the West Side, and the driver responded by saying he wanted the money up-front. Since he wanted to pay by debit, the driver refused. My taxi was sitting right behind where this was happening, so naturally the young inebriated fellow came to my window. Me being too nice for my own profession, I welcomed him into my cab. As it turns out, he's a drug dealer...but a nice drug dealer. Him and his friend invited me in for a smoke, but I declined. Upon hearing that I was a business student, he demanded that I open a Taco Bell on the West Side. Apparently, everyone's get-rich-quick scheme on the west side is to open as Taco Bell. He also demanded that he get 50% off whenever he came into said Taco Bell. I responded by saying that if I ever opened a Taco Bell he could come it for free whenever he wanted.
Repeat Customer No. 1
I dropped some random guys off at the Copper Mug and then later in the evening I picked the same people up. They asked if I was their cab driver earlier in the evening. I asked them if their cab driver was young and white. They responded in the affirmative. I then said that must have been their cab driver earlier as there are no other young white cab drivers in the city.
Repeat Customer No. 2
Three ladies rode in my cab across the city. I quickly found out that they were commerce students at the U of S and we struck up a conversation. When dropping them off I gave out my number, as I am wont to a couple times every shift. I was surprised though when they actually called me back. They were nice, we stopped at Subway and got a bite to eat, which I didn't mind because it was after 3:30 and I never really get any calls after that. They said they would call me again some other weekend. I doubt it. Perhaps I will see them in school one day. If I do, I will say nothing. Worlds must not collide.
I continue to think of my job as a video game, and I started to wonder what kind of cheats this game would have it actually existed. This line of thought eventually led to me wondering what the best superpower would be for a cabbie. I decided that the ability to see the future would be best....either that or completely horrible. Just when they're about to call, Carson rolls up in the Caravan. They ask if someone else called a cab already. I say 'Not yet they haven't, I'm just a super-cabbie'.
...some engineers from Calgary were quite upset when they found out that Saskatoon did not have strip clubs. For some reason that cab ride ended with me recommending them that they go to 302.
Repeat Customer No. 1
I dropped some random guys off at the Copper Mug and then later in the evening I picked the same people up. They asked if I was their cab driver earlier in the evening. I asked them if their cab driver was young and white. They responded in the affirmative. I then said that must have been their cab driver earlier as there are no other young white cab drivers in the city.
Repeat Customer No. 2
Three ladies rode in my cab across the city. I quickly found out that they were commerce students at the U of S and we struck up a conversation. When dropping them off I gave out my number, as I am wont to a couple times every shift. I was surprised though when they actually called me back. They were nice, we stopped at Subway and got a bite to eat, which I didn't mind because it was after 3:30 and I never really get any calls after that. They said they would call me again some other weekend. I doubt it. Perhaps I will see them in school one day. If I do, I will say nothing. Worlds must not collide.
I continue to think of my job as a video game, and I started to wonder what kind of cheats this game would have it actually existed. This line of thought eventually led to me wondering what the best superpower would be for a cabbie. I decided that the ability to see the future would be best....either that or completely horrible. Just when they're about to call, Carson rolls up in the Caravan. They ask if someone else called a cab already. I say 'Not yet they haven't, I'm just a super-cabbie'.
...some engineers from Calgary were quite upset when they found out that Saskatoon did not have strip clubs. For some reason that cab ride ended with me recommending them that they go to 302.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Coug Night
A man gave me a $20 tip so that he could slide over the hood of my cab 'Dukes of Hazzards-style'. He failed miserably. I gave him the double thumbs up and drove away.
I pinky swore with a cougar that I would not have sex with her. I did not have sex with her.
A house ordered two cabs tonight. I was one of them. They took too long and the other cab drove away. In the following moments 11 people rode in a cab that only seats 7.
One customer informed me of some government family cheque that was given out this week, and predicted that there would be a lot of cougars. His hypothesis proved to be correct. Unfortunately, I haven't shaved for a week and have not had a haircut in some time, so I could not fully take advantage of this opportunity. However, I was still able to get 6 tips throughout the night that exceeded $10. Two of these were in excess of $20. Two of these tips had to be reciprocated by me giving them my cell phone number. I do not predict that I will receive any calls from them.
Two is the number of tips that I got this evening that came in the form of McDonalds. One was a large soda, the other was medium fries.
Corn dogs from 7-Eleven are delicious. Jalapeno taquitos are not.
Upon hearing that I keep a blog of my taxi nights, one customer recommended that I get a smart phone with internet so that I can tweet real-time updates of my evening. I do not see a necessity for this.
Canada is now the 3rd most popular country for this blog. Germany is number 1. Thank you to those germans who are currently reading this.
I pinky swore with a cougar that I would not have sex with her. I did not have sex with her.
A house ordered two cabs tonight. I was one of them. They took too long and the other cab drove away. In the following moments 11 people rode in a cab that only seats 7.
One customer informed me of some government family cheque that was given out this week, and predicted that there would be a lot of cougars. His hypothesis proved to be correct. Unfortunately, I haven't shaved for a week and have not had a haircut in some time, so I could not fully take advantage of this opportunity. However, I was still able to get 6 tips throughout the night that exceeded $10. Two of these were in excess of $20. Two of these tips had to be reciprocated by me giving them my cell phone number. I do not predict that I will receive any calls from them.
Two is the number of tips that I got this evening that came in the form of McDonalds. One was a large soda, the other was medium fries.
Corn dogs from 7-Eleven are delicious. Jalapeno taquitos are not.
Upon hearing that I keep a blog of my taxi nights, one customer recommended that I get a smart phone with internet so that I can tweet real-time updates of my evening. I do not see a necessity for this.
Canada is now the 3rd most popular country for this blog. Germany is number 1. Thank you to those germans who are currently reading this.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
You're All Freeloaders
I'll admit it, I have anger management issues. Except, unlike most people my issue is that I can't seem to stay angry. I really wanted to have an angry night. Everything was going wrong. I had to stand around for the first 40 minutes of my shift while they finished an oil change on my vehicle (I was not even made aware of this until 20 minutes into my shift). Then, I find out they stole my map book when they cleaned the vehicle and did the oil change, but I was all the way on the other side of the city. So, I had to drive all the way back and spend $27 on a new one, only to find the old one the second I stepped back into my cab. Then I had shitty customers who didn't tip. At one point I was actually flipping off random pedestrians on Broadway, so I suppose I can show some anger.
...but that didn't last. I don't know how to explain this next part, but I made myself feel better by giving a free ride to some sort-of friends I was driving to Outlaws. I was mad because I wasn't working and wasn't making money, so I gave up even more money and felt better because of it. There was also some Bob Marley involved and maybe that helped me feel better. Either way, anger didn't last, I just don't have it in me.
Like every other night, I got invited to a few parties tonight. A told one guy that I really can't drink when I'm working, so he said I should just come and smoke weed for a while....because that's okay. One party was actual in my apartment building, and my shift was over in 20 minutes. Still, no go....I don't feel like going to random parties with sketchy cab customers.
One final Christmas gift came in the form of the Olympian Sports office Christmas party. I ran into three of those guys and racked up $25 on tips alone on their corporate account. They seemed to have no problem taking detours around the city. $52 is now my biggest fare collected, thanks to them.
Line of the Night:
-"They want me to come to this fondue party tomorrow night"
-"FONDON'T"
...but that didn't last. I don't know how to explain this next part, but I made myself feel better by giving a free ride to some sort-of friends I was driving to Outlaws. I was mad because I wasn't working and wasn't making money, so I gave up even more money and felt better because of it. There was also some Bob Marley involved and maybe that helped me feel better. Either way, anger didn't last, I just don't have it in me.
Like every other night, I got invited to a few parties tonight. A told one guy that I really can't drink when I'm working, so he said I should just come and smoke weed for a while....because that's okay. One party was actual in my apartment building, and my shift was over in 20 minutes. Still, no go....I don't feel like going to random parties with sketchy cab customers.
One final Christmas gift came in the form of the Olympian Sports office Christmas party. I ran into three of those guys and racked up $25 on tips alone on their corporate account. They seemed to have no problem taking detours around the city. $52 is now my biggest fare collected, thanks to them.
Line of the Night:
-"They want me to come to this fondue party tomorrow night"
-"FONDON'T"
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Stopping: The Cabbie's Achilles' Heel
This city has too many stop signs. This has become a stop city. We need to be a go city. We need more go signs.
At least I had an excuse tonight. I tried to stop, but my cab wasn't having any of that. I slid through a few red light cameras, I hope they understand. My customers understood. I got into a slide, there was a red light....and all I did was look both ways and power through. They thought I was being crazy and trying to get them there quickly. Whatever gets me a good tip....
Greasy Gregg's Late Night Chow: 7-Eleven Taquito's
I've decided to introduce a reoccurring segment to this blog, based on my sampling of the late night cuisine of the city. These reviews are be perfect for the drunk who just needs to fill his or her belly with greasy goodness. Of course, every segment needs a sponsor, and who better to sponsor greasy good than our friend Greasy Gregg? For those that don't know Gregg, he currently holds the fairly prestigious honour of being the greasiest customer I've had to privilege of driving around. Being 40-50 years old with long, poorly dyed hair and playing VLTs puts you into a certain level of greasiness, but what puts Gregg over the top is that he tried to pick up a hooker in my cab. That really just puts you into a league of your own. Getting on with it, the inaugural food for this segment are the 3 for $5 Taquitos at 7-Eleven. Famous for their Not-really-a-deal-deals, 7-Eleven packs a punch with these spicy grease-dipped fireballs. When presented with options of Jalapeno, Buffalo, and Monterrey Jack, I thought I'd go with the safe non-spicy option, but was knocked back by a fireball of deliciousness. If I am ever to up my game and go for the Jalapeno, I will be sure to bring a fire extinguisher. (I'm exaggerating, they aren't that hot....but they're pretty damn good for 5 AM food). Score: 4.0/5 Greggs
My Night in Numbers
Drinks spilled in my cab tonight: 3. (The beer and the coke were spilled by drunks, but the chocolate milk was all me. That didn't stop me from blaming a drunk when my next customer asked me why I had chocolate milk spilled on myself.)
Trips already booked for tomorrow night: 2People in my cab who I knew: Too many
Friend(s) of a friends: 1
Lost keys in cab: 0 (Despite having to search my cab intensely, they were found at the house I originally picked them up at)
Doughnuts: 2
Packs of Halls: 3
Hours that my iPod lasted: 2 (goddammit!)
I'm considering the idea of gonzo cabbing. For those that don't know the term, gonzo is a style of journalism that Hunter S. Thompson used where he involved himself with the story to a point where he provoked things to happen. Some nights for me are boring, so I think I need to find ways to provoke my customers to make my night more exciting. The trick here is to provoke them without inciting them to hatred and thereby putting my life in jeopardy. How would customers react if I wore a fake beard? played Disney music really loud? starting talking to myself? These are situations that play themselves out in my head throughout my 12 hours of cabbing.
At least I had an excuse tonight. I tried to stop, but my cab wasn't having any of that. I slid through a few red light cameras, I hope they understand. My customers understood. I got into a slide, there was a red light....and all I did was look both ways and power through. They thought I was being crazy and trying to get them there quickly. Whatever gets me a good tip....
Greasy Gregg's Late Night Chow: 7-Eleven Taquito's
I've decided to introduce a reoccurring segment to this blog, based on my sampling of the late night cuisine of the city. These reviews are be perfect for the drunk who just needs to fill his or her belly with greasy goodness. Of course, every segment needs a sponsor, and who better to sponsor greasy good than our friend Greasy Gregg? For those that don't know Gregg, he currently holds the fairly prestigious honour of being the greasiest customer I've had to privilege of driving around. Being 40-50 years old with long, poorly dyed hair and playing VLTs puts you into a certain level of greasiness, but what puts Gregg over the top is that he tried to pick up a hooker in my cab. That really just puts you into a league of your own. Getting on with it, the inaugural food for this segment are the 3 for $5 Taquitos at 7-Eleven. Famous for their Not-really-a-deal-deals, 7-Eleven packs a punch with these spicy grease-dipped fireballs. When presented with options of Jalapeno, Buffalo, and Monterrey Jack, I thought I'd go with the safe non-spicy option, but was knocked back by a fireball of deliciousness. If I am ever to up my game and go for the Jalapeno, I will be sure to bring a fire extinguisher. (I'm exaggerating, they aren't that hot....but they're pretty damn good for 5 AM food). Score: 4.0/5 Greggs
My Night in Numbers
Drinks spilled in my cab tonight: 3. (The beer and the coke were spilled by drunks, but the chocolate milk was all me. That didn't stop me from blaming a drunk when my next customer asked me why I had chocolate milk spilled on myself.)
Trips already booked for tomorrow night: 2People in my cab who I knew: Too many
Friend(s) of a friends: 1
Lost keys in cab: 0 (Despite having to search my cab intensely, they were found at the house I originally picked them up at)
Doughnuts: 2
Packs of Halls: 3
Hours that my iPod lasted: 2 (goddammit!)
I'm considering the idea of gonzo cabbing. For those that don't know the term, gonzo is a style of journalism that Hunter S. Thompson used where he involved himself with the story to a point where he provoked things to happen. Some nights for me are boring, so I think I need to find ways to provoke my customers to make my night more exciting. The trick here is to provoke them without inciting them to hatred and thereby putting my life in jeopardy. How would customers react if I wore a fake beard? played Disney music really loud? starting talking to myself? These are situations that play themselves out in my head throughout my 12 hours of cabbing.
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