Life is hard

This post is going to be a lot more personal than most others, with no emphasis on any specific taxi stories.  I want to give you a heads up so you know what you’ll be getting into.

I guess it started a few weeks ago.  An old roommate came into town on a mini-adventure.  His girlfriend of 8 years had broken up with him.  He’d spent a month in bed, a month drinking heavily, and then he decided to take a long road trip.  His first stop was Madison to see old friends (of which I was one), then he would be going to one of the Dakotas, and his last stop was a camping trip in the Rockies.

We drank a lot.   Continue reading

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Entitlement. My things are not your things, Mr.

A couple of weeks ago I had a mild incident.  I picked up a couple people from a charity event at a public garden and took them to a fancy downtown hotel.  I couldn’t place if they were friends or cousins, but they certainly didn’t act like a couple.  One woman, one man, maybe mid-forties.  When the man got in he immediately demanded Continue reading

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Discombooberated

So about a month ago I was the only cab at the airport.  There had been several flights that landed all at once, wiping out the cab population.  This happens regularly.  There’s either 20 cabs for an hour, or none.  In an effort to stop pissing off as many people as possible (passengers AND cab drivers), the city has agreed that if there’s a ton of people waiting for taxis and only one or two taxis, the taxis can load multiple parties with multiple destinations into their cab.  This is called “split loading”.  The passengers always have the authority to say “no” to this, but they kinda look like a jerk to the other people waiting for cabs when they do.  Cab drivers try to make sure people are going in the same direction and “fit” in a good route with each other.  Another thing about split loading is that it’s priced so everyone is paying less than what they would pay if they were going directly.

I loaded a woman going to the West side Continue reading

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Did you miss me?

I’ve been meaning to write this blog entry for over a month.  I had short titles for each story written as a saved draft with the tab open for a whole month.  Finally, I have some free time and motivation for writing.  This entry is going to be a series of short blurbs.

During the course of a weekend, I tend to take notes on what I think is mentionable.  Here’s an example:

Yes, "Discombooberated."

Yes, “Discombooberated.”

Lets get to it. Continue reading

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The world is going crazy and taking me with it.

I started my day pretty well, actually.  A short work meeting, then lunch with a friend.  After lunch I stopped my car by a field because there was a large sandhill crane grazing and I wanted to take some photos of it to post a goofy “omg an ostrich” message on my friend’s facebook wall.  While I was doing that, it made some cool noises and flew off pretty majestically.  On the drive home I saw three more flying over me.  I was all, “I should totally do that blog post about how awesome the wildlife in Madison is.”

The best laid schemes, etc.

I finally mounted my bike lights on my new-to-me bike right before work so that I could ride it home with some safety.  As I started my ride I noticed some police cars Continue reading

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