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[Apr. 27th, 2006|03:35 am]
[mood |sleepysleepy]
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driving a cab is so strange. the most bizarre people ride in cabs, i drive those on the fringes of society... and drunk marines. it's like people watching in the weirdest bar in the world, except i have to spend time with them alone for a while. it's true, people do tell the strangest things to cabbies, they spill their guts like i'm some kind of therapist. an untrained therapist, that gives really bad advice. i prefer to not say anything at all to them, while i watch as they try to get a good look at me from the back seat and not be obvious about it. i think it confuses people when you don't automatically start up some pointless small talk with them. then i turn the radio down so it's barely audible, so there's almost an awkward silence but not quite. see, i like making people uncomfortable because i'm so sick of answering stupid questions about the way i look. plus it works really well at keeping guys from harassing me for my phone number and making lewd comments.
i do really like the job though, it's certainly interesting. it's only been just over two months and i've already driven a british man with a broken leg to the emergency room, been ripped off and robbed (in a roundabout way, long story), had to kick guys and even one girl out for being too creepy, had a drunk guy stand next to my car staring at me for fifteen minutes, had more than one guy so drunk i've had to pull over to let them puke (if they get any in my cab i charge them at least 50 bucks), had an old lady forget where she was going, had a lady who only knew how to get home by going exactly the same way the bus goes, i tell ya, never a dull moment.
other than all that i haven't been doing much lately. my scrap of a social life disappeared since i have to drive every day from 5pm to 5am. life is pretty uneventful, no trouble to get in to, no time. in short, i'm BORED! heh. i wish i had time to get out and have a beer, meet people who aren't sketchy cab people.
anyhow, there's my rant. got sleepyface....about to fall out...gotta go

[User Picture]From: rosie420
2006-04-27 02:02 pm (UTC)
You'll have fun when you come to my wedding! :D You can drink and hang out with British people and rednecks. Woohoo!
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[User Picture]From: baronvonk
2006-05-01 03:28 am (UTC)
I've been driving a Yellow Cab since August. I basically drive college kids to bars all the time. It's funny, some off them think I don't exist. One guy asked me what I thought about something that he was discussing with his ladyfriend and she said "No, you're breaking the wall. You can't break the wall. Haven't you ever been in a cab before?" She was trying to imply that I shouldn't be spoken to like a human being, but rather like a servent who receives only instructions. I talked up a storm with the dude out of pure spite. I get a lot of groups of girls that get in the car and act worse than junior high kids at a pizza party. They just start screaming and acting like asses. then they'll take flash photography. Fuckin' morons. It's Ann Arbor, there really aren't "strange" people, unless you think sheltered is strange.
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