A couple of years back, I was on the reduced side of what HR people call a reduction in force. It took me a while to find anew job, so in the mean time, I drove a cab. Some of my longtime readers will remember that time, but a lot of my newer readers have no idea.
My cab number was 188, and I have to tell you, driving that cab was hard. It was both a humbling and a growing experience at the same time. I think that my demeanor today is totally different than it was before I got behind the wheel of that cab.
Anyway, tonight, my girlfriend found my notebook where I wrote down some of the crazy things that happened while I was in that job. Here are a few excerpts from conversations and situtations that took place in the cab, they are in no particular order:
This was a conversation, I have no idea what “wilson angry” means:
This dude was lobbing pitches, until they got within 2 runs. Then he started throwing knuckle balls. I was like ‘ You can’t throw that pitch!’ then this other dude got “wilson angry” and threw the baseball bat at the pitcher… now the bat thrower thinks he’s a spiritual healer and is ‘self-realized’
Situation that happened: This guy was staring at a girl on the other side of the road, his girlfriend noticed and whacked him in the groin with a magazine. After he recovered the guy said:
“Nice ball skills.”
Situation: This guy got in the cab, and he smelled like vomit, urine and rotting meat. I had to clean off the seats of the cab after he got out. I drove around for an hour with the windows down to get the smell out. The smell lingered for the rest of the night.
Situation: I had to go get a 600 lb woman that was home bound and take her to the doctor. She was very nice, but smelled awful. I think the smells are what I remember most from driving a cab.
Situation: I was driving a blind girl to work, and during the ride we were talking about how she was learning Japanese. She shared with me that she was having trouble learning to write Japanese, but had no trouble learning how to speak it. She thought the reason for her difficulty with writing Japanese was caused by her “lack of vision.”
Anyway, there are more stories in the notebook. Maybe I should compile them together