Category Archives: Taxi Stories

Knives are no joke.

I’ve had a really long, LONG week. I just worked 5 days in a row, about 55 hours (the last 3 shifts of mine were all 12 hours long, with the obligatory hour break).  To top it off, I got … Continue reading

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Old Lady Syndrome

I threw my fucking back out on Friday by sitting in a minivan (Cab #51). I can’t believe we’ve got several drivers working for us that refuse to take anything OTHER than minivans because of “back issues”. I’m fairly sure … Continue reading

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Random musings and the time to post them

My last shift (Sunday), I had two rides in a row with blind ladies. Today it was two rides in a row with nearly deaf ladies. Tomorrow… Mute ladies? OR MONKEYS!? IS IT MONKEYS!??  (Get it?  See no evil, hear … Continue reading

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Old white men

So the cab I picked up tonight was left less-than-clean, but not a pig sty. There was a paper left on the passenger’s seat and a paper left between the driver’s seat and the middle compartment. I hate that someone … Continue reading

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Shit Sandwich

I got a weird-awesome compliment at work from one of my passengers. I’ll type it out here: “Sunday one of your cabs gave me a ride home from St. Mary’s hospital after a particularly bad case of food poisoning. To … Continue reading

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