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THE CAB RIDE Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. "Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated". "Oh, you're such a good boy", she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?" " It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly. "Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice". I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes mess she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now." We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. "How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse. "Nothing," I said "You have to make a living," she answered. "There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you." I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL'. You won't get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate by sending it on. Thank you, my friend... ! |
| In the early 90's, I drove a cab in Reno. After a year or so I became a part-time dispatcher and eventually the company asked me to be ‘road supervisor.’ I don’t know if they even have such positions now but, at the time, a road boss was not only a driver, but also the company’s man-on-the-street, especially during hours the business office was closed. No-pays, accidents, disputes between drivers, that’s what the road boss had to mediate and handle. About two days after I became a road boss, I was just leaving for my shift when the dispatcher called me back to the office. The dispatcher told me to go to the store at Mustang, to see the driver there. She didn’t know what the issue was exactly, but a rookie driver had called on the phone, too far away for the radio to work, and he had some kind of a problem. I don’t know if it’s still there, but there used to be a gas station/convenience store out east past exit 23, about ten miles (?) from Sparks. When I got there, the driver told me he had a $25 no-pay that he left somewhere out in the desert there. He drove off to show me where the guy was, and I followed. We followed the blacktop for a while, then turned off on a dirt track and followed that quite a ways out into the desert, to a shack down by the river. When I say “shack” I mean it was made of packing crates and scraps of lumber that must have washed up on the river bank. We were several miles from any highway and way out of radio range (cell phones hadn’t been invented yet.) The ‘no-pay’ customer was an old prospector/wino/geezer who lived out there in this shack in the desert. I tried to explain to this old geezer that if he didn’t have the money, he could give up something of value to hold as a security deposit, then redeem later for cash. Otherwise, I'd have to call the cops. Meanwhile, I’m thinking “Oh yeah, I bet he has a Picasso or some diamonds stashed in that hovel.” He says, “Well, let me take a look.” and the dude goes into his shack. The driver and I talk for a couple minutes, trying the figure out the next step. I looked up and was surprised to see the old geezer come out of his shack with a gun in his hand. In the next couple seconds, about eleven million things went through my mind, including the realization that the cops weren’t even going to find our bodies for a long, long time. Before I had time to actually lose control of my bodily functions, the old geezer said, “How about this? Is this worth enough you would take this as security ?” “Oh, yeah, you bet! Whatever you say”. He handed me the gun (a loaded .38), I scribbled out a receipt, and that other driver and I were gone in just under 2 seconds. Maybe less. Yeah, that was fun! |
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A woman and her son were taking
a cab in New York City. It was raining and all the hookers were standing under the awnings. "Mommy," said the little boy, "what are all those ladies doing?" "They're waiting for their husbands to get off of work," she replied. The cabbie turns around and says, "Geez lady, why don't you tell him the truth? They're hookers. They have sex with men for money." The little boy's eyes get wide and he says, "Is that true, mommy?" His mother, glaring at the cabbie, answers in the affirmative. After a few minutes, the kid asks, " Mommy, what happens to the babies those ladies have?" "They become cab drivers," she replied! So There............. |
| So this snagged out whore walks up to my cab... surely from the extreme toe of dromedary that I see through her tight white pants, her meatflaps could sail the titanic. "Mutha Fucka, can you get momma to Sparks in eight minute"? asks my potential fare. "Whats the hurry, Sis" I reply. "The hurry is this twomp, and anutha ifn yous got me they by 9 o'clock" she says while throwing Andrew Jackson at me through the window. Looking at the clock I notice it is 8:53... shit ... now I have 7 minutes to make the other twenty on prolly a 12$ fare..... not worth drama unless I get the whole forty...... "Get your WHORE ASS in the FUCKING car LETS ROCK" !!! I hollar on my best New York Cabbie voice. "Oooweee, I likes you honeychile." she says, "We had more time we difinately party, you got a card wiff yo cell pho on it" ? She gets this last bit of ebonics out of her white pipe burned lips just as I launch the Mighty 411 cab into warp speed, in a squeal of tires, with the G-forces sucking her into the back seat. I see the cop right as I pass him... he is already on his radio looking right at my chariot with a gaze that says I'm transporting the very man that killed Christ. Fuck it... I've got two blocks till the freeway... I'm gonna play stupid. Wham !!!! I'm Eastbound I-80 and the foureleven cab's #rs & decals are quickly morphing into those of one fabled Millenium Falcon. Wells exit...68 mph.... she didnt see the cop.... Fourth & Victorian...76 mph hour....... State trooper on shoulder dealing with another customer .... Rock Blvd & Nuggett Ave...... 85+ mph.... whore is hollering "Go Daddy, drive the cab now.. Go daddy... Drive it fast now" Great cheer... I would have gotten into it if I hadnt been intent on us not becoming an inferno of twisted steel. Pyramid exit.... 105 mph.... "Use The Force, young Jedi.." Obi Wan Kenobi's voice is soothing as I try to handle the ship. Time check.. I glance at my GPS system and notice that the blue arrow is 1/4 mile behind our actual 20 and the tight strand of blue dots are stretched out like the whores labia.. flapping two exits behind us... 8:57 PM... I am going to make it baring a bad light at Mccarran.... I look back up coasting off the freeway 85 mphr....78 mph....to see a Hgwy Patrolman eight feet of the port side of the MFalcon motioning me with his hands in the strangest way.. seems he wants to talk to me.....odddd. Bottom of the ramp... Whore is yelling in my ear "Daddies getting a ticket ...daddies getting a '---- "SHUT THE FUCK UP' I scream at her. I make the light ...pull to the shoulder.. and do a slow roll half into the parking lot of Mary Magdelines destination. Four cop cars... finally one cop walks up to the cab... amazingly.. this beautiful man opens the back door... and says in the voice of an Angel "Get out of the car Sharice.. you know the deal.... and cabbie"? "You could watch your speed a little bit, now take off ok"? "YES, SIR" I reply while shifting into drive, sack clenching, I do a wide U turn in the parking lot ... roll gently past the cops.. taxi the falcon pointing to the freeway.. see the yellow light and gun it squealing my tires.. rearview mirror shows two cops looking up .. one laughing.. one just shakes his head. I'm S bound I-80.....66mph... what just happened? The time is 9:04 pm PST. I reach into my shirt pocket to put the twenty with my other bills....DAMMIT... she owes me the other twomp... bitch got there on time... DAMMIT.. gotta go back... cops will understand.. cabbies gotta be paid....."Back to the Whoring one not you will go"... I hear Master Jedi Yoda's voice from the back seat... I turn around just as the lil bastard vaporizes and lo.......on the back seat.... crumpled from being gripped as only a streetwalking whore can grip... A $20 dollar bill .... right next to a $100 bill... Thanks Sharice.... ride again. From Matthew In Reno |
| I have been driving for 20 years in south dakota and iowa and here is one for you. one night I picked up a attractive women from a gay bar she got into the back seat and didn't say anything, the dispatcher wanted me to pick up another ride on the way because the 2 were going in the same direction so i did, a young drunk white guy gets in the front seat I tell him I have another passenger in the cab and is it ok with you to share. He looks in the back seat and smiles and says yeah sure and she's hot, matter of fact im going to hop in the back seat too, he does and starts groping and flirting and before you knew it they were making out. at the end of the ride he looked at her and said you don't talk much do you. she said ( with a very low voice ) I didn't think I had to. the look on his face and then he threw up all over it was worth giving him a free ride and I was laughing so hard I didn't even think about hanging around to collect the money...Brian cab driver #37 |
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One night I picked up a younger guy at The
Squire, he was apparently thrown out. He asked me to take him to the closest
strip bar, so I did. Along the way he told me he was 25 and just got home
from the war. I tried to fain interest as well as possible, but the story
got even better. He was talking about WW1, I'm sure you remember that one.
The one were the Navajos and the Australians fought in Antarctica??? I was
baffled too. And wouldn't you know it, we get to The Cabaret, and he's too
drunk for that one too. So He asks me to stop and grab him a 6 pack. Hands
me $100.00 and says keep the change. We finally get him back to the hotel
with the meter at $67.90, I say have a good night, he hands me another 100
dollar bill and says keep the change. I just want to say Thanks to that WW1
vet!!! Jared, Revere MA |
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One February night a few years ago colder
then hell about -10 degrees outside about midnight (bear in mind I am in
Duluth). when I came across a young beautiful woman in a bikini
frantically waving her arms. Of course I had to pull over and before I
knew what happened about 12 college women, all dressed equally as well
jumped into my cab. They said get us to the campus quick. I had
to ask why they were all out dressed like that. It turned out that
they were at a keg party that had been raided by the police and were not yet
of drinking age. They paid their fare by giving me bikini tops. Mike |
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One Thursday Night I Was Sitting At Fantasy Girls When One Of My Friends
Dropped Off Two Passengers He Told Me That They Just Gave Him
$20.00 For A $2.70 Trip. He Then Drove Away, About 10 minutes
Later They Got In My Taxi They Said Take Us To The Spice House Which
Is Just Across The Street. So I Took Them. There They Handed Me $20.00 &
Told Me To Keep It. I Saw That There Was Only One Taxi in line So I
Pulled Behind & Waited. About 10 minutes Later The Taxi in Front Pulled Off
Empty As He was Leaving One Of The Two Guys Came Out & Said Take Me To
Mustang Ranch. He Spent $14,000.00 In 24 Hours Witch Turned Out to Be My
Best Day Ever Driving A Taxi. |
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One Friday night I
was cruising by Circus Circus when two Spanish Men jumped in to
my taxi they said they wanted to go to Dickerson Rd. So I started
heading There About halfway I noticed that one of the men had a gun under
his jean jacket. Knowing Dickerson is a dead end road. I immediately
Said I hope you have the right change because all I have is
three dollars. They Said you don't have change for a hundred?. I said
No, they said that I would have to take them to the Flamingo Hilton. So I
did where they took off running. Just then a man came out of the valet
& said take me to the Mustang Ranch. I got on the radio & told the
description of the two men. The man I took to the ranch brought 2 ladies
back from the ranch witch help make me have a great night. Gary Reno Nevada
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One Friday I was
dropping off at Sak & Save, on Oddie. In Sparks Nevada. When a black man wanted a ride, he wanted to sit in the back seat, but I told him that I don't let 1 person sit in the back seat, so he got in the front seat I asked him where he wanted to go, he said Sutro & Montelo. So I started out about halfway he pulled A Pocket knife & asked me for my money. I Turned On my inside light so he could see the barrel of my gun. He had his hand on the door. He opened the door & jumped forgetting we were traveling 45 mph. So I called It In To the Cab Company. Then I went laughing all the way home. Gary Reno Nevada.
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One Night I Was
Going On 395 South. right In Front Of The Reno Hilton. I was Following A
Nevada Highway Patrol, When He Suddenly Swerved To The Left. And Stopped On
Top Of The Cement Center Divider, Where He Was Just Teetering Between
The North & South Bound Lanes. So I Called 911 To Report The Accident. And Then The Local Radio Morning Show, So They Had Something Fun To Talk About. Gary Reno Nevada |
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One Night I Was
Going 80 East Headed For The Nugget When At The Nugget Exit I Met A Semi
Starting To Go Down The Free Way the Wrong Way I Flashed My Lights And
Got Him Stopped, I Then Helped Him Get His Semi Backed off The ramp To
The Nugget Where He Went Safely On His Way. Gary Reno Nevada |
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One Night There Was a Open Call At The K9 Where I Picked up A Lady She
Sad Can You Take Me To San Francisco I Immediately Said
Sure But I Need A Deposit Of At Least $250.00 So She Handed Me A Hole
Hand Full Of Money And Told Me To Wake her Up When We Got To San Francisco
So About The Time We Were On The Other Side Of Sacremento She Woke Up
And Said Do You Know Who I Am ? I Said No She Said I Killed Him, I Am
In The Paper,So I Asked Her Where She Was Going She Said Where Mocking Bird
And Nightingale Meet. I Started Looking For A Police Officer To
Help Me Out,About 5 Minutes Later We Came Up On A Accident Where There
Were Several Police Officers Standing Around , I noticed that She Had
Fallen Back To Sleep So I Stop And Told The Police Officer What She Had Said
and where she Wanted to Go The Police Officer then Went And Woke Her
Up. The Next Thing I Knew He's Putting Hand Cuff's On Her, He Said I Will
Take Her The Rest Of The Way. |
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One quiet and slow afternoon I was sitting first up at the Hilton |
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One Friday I was
sitting 0n the Reno Hilton. When a guy got in and said take me to Mustang Ranch. He handed me $250.00 & Said that's for you. He then Said that he brought $10,000.00 to Fuck off & the first thing he did was won $25,000.00 on Keno. He brought 4 ladies back to the Hilton for the day. Gary Reno Nevada. |
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Anonymous writes:
One day I was driving and I let in this very large women. My suspension in my cab needed fixing and she weighed down the back enough to cause the muffler to drag. We started down the road to Central Park when this man in the cab in front of us threw out his ciggarette. There was a big puddle of gas that had leaked out of my car and the sparks from the ciggarette caused a small fire while we were at the red light. The fire crawled up my leak and into my gas well. Causing the backseat to ignite. And the large women clothes began to catch on fire. She leaped out of the car and into the fountain. In the park. I yelled out the window and said "This rides on me." and pulled away. |
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One Day I Got A
Call From Dispatch. I Went To Pick Them Up, And It Was A Lady. She Had Put Crazy Glue In Her Eyes By Mistake. Thinking It Was Eye Drops. I Rushed Her To The Hospital. Were We Went In To The Emergency Room, The Nurse Said You Have To Wait Over There. I Said You Don't Understand She Needs To Be Seen Right Away. So She Let Me Talk To Her Supervisor He Of Course Agreed With Me And They Got Her Right In. Dave Reno Nevada |
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One Night I Was
Loaded With Four Guys, We Were Headed For Mustang Ranch On 80 East Just Before Lockwood There Was A Semi Truck In The Right Lane So I Started to Pass But I Got A Weird Feeling So I Got Right Back Behind The Semi Truck. Just As I Did A Car Came Screaming By With No Head Lights On Headed Down The Freeway The Wrong Way So I Immediately Called 911. Then On Are Return Trip. We Were Headed For Down Town Reno When Just Before Wells Ave I Went To Pass A Semi When I Saw Headlights Coming Right At Me I Immediately Got Back Behind The Semi For Safety The Four Guys Of Course Thought That I Was Just Kidding Them. So I Said Just Watch Just Then A Car Came Screaming By. I Called 911 To Report My Second Drunk Driver Going The Wrong Way On the Freeway, Of The Night. Gary Reno Nevada |
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I was halfway into
my night shift when I accepted a trip for one of the dumps in Downtown Reno. I just had a feeling that it was going to be a black man, and to my unsurprise it was. He was a tall clean smelling young man and wanted to go home. I asked him where's home tonight bud? He proceeded to tell me and I took him to his home , which of course was another dump motel, what a concept. He actually paid the fare and added a little tip about 40 cents, oh boy. To my surprise about an hour later he called me for another ride he must have snagged one of my business cards without my knowledge damn. It was kinda slow so I went and picked him up he wanted to go back to where I had picked him up the first time, this time he handed me a 10 dollar bill and said keep the change I about shit my pants that was almost a 5 dollar tip. I immediately called everyone I knew to brag about the tip. Danna Reno Nevada |
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