It was early in the afternoon when I picked up this couple outside of a bar in south Tampa. It was a
young woman and a man that was twice her age. I knew nothing about them, only that they wanted a ride to a house a few miles away to get her purse, and return to the bar for more drinking. It was the time of day when we start to get more calls on the board and the taxi driver can actually make some money. It was the girl that I first noticed when she appeared in my window wanting to know if she could “sit in cab.” I thought that was a strange way of asking for a ride. They get in the backseat and we are on our way.
It seems he had run out of money and she wanted to get her purse so they could return to the bar and keep drinking. They were very friendly to each other and started making out and groaning in the back seat. I hate that. I have no idea why people behave like that next to a total stranger.
“Can I smoke?”
I told her she could if she wanted but I preferred that she did not.
Smoking seems to be an issue for many people. Most people do ask first, and let it go when I say no. Some people just get in with a lit cigarette or light one up without asking. How rude is that? Would you go into someone’s home and just light up without asking? Considering that many of our fares go absolutely nowhere, they can wait until they get to their destination. I will let people smoke if I am going to make some real money off of them. If they are going a long distance or out of town, fine, go ahead and smoke. I am not that cruel. Plus, they may give me a decent tip if I let them.
Often customers will request a “non-smoking” cab. These are people, like me, that just don’t want to be around smoke for various reasons. With me its health as I have chronic bronchitis caused by massive exposure to second hand smoke when I was a kid and I find it hard to breath around smoke. The strange thing is that chain smoking cab drivers will respond to these calls thinking all they have to do is roll down the window to air it out. It does not work that way guys. Your stinking cabs reek with the nasty smell. These customers really don’t want to smell it.
They continue to kiss in the back seat and start making a slurping sound that is getting messy. I’ve had a long day at this point, and don’t want to listen to them carry on. I can’t wait to get to her house merely to just break them apart for a bit. I look in the rearview mirror and you can see them tonguing and grouping. He wants her to come back to his room instead of the bar. What! His has a room? Does this guy live in a motel or something? He ain’t got no money; I know that much and I am now beginning to think all this was just a bar pick up. These situations can go bad quickly. Her street is just ahead and I turn onto it.
The chick goes up to the door and enters the house. The guy stays with me in the cab. We start talking about south Tampa and he says he has been around a long time. Since I am a sixteen year veteran cab driver and have picked many people at the Tappers Pub before I ask him if knows many of the regulars. My old barber and the bi-polar bombshell chick used to drink there and he says he knows them, but has not seen them in a long time. It has been a few years, to think about it. That’s what happens when you jockey a cab for a living, time starts to mean nothing; it just merges together and eventually a decade seems like last week. Speaking of time, the chick has been in the house a while am I’m beginning to here my little voice.
All cab drivers have that little voice and it will begin to talk to you at the moment something seems to be wrong. It is a self-defense mechanism which is developed over a long period of time seeing just about everything. My little voice is telling me that she’s not coming back.
At this point the chicks neighbor across the street walks up with a cell phone at his ear. I roll the window down and he tells me “Susie” just called him and said she is not coming out of the house. I ask him some questions but he states that is all he knows, and walks off. I immediately ask the guy in the back seat if he has any money
“No, she was going to pay for this.”
Great, I got a bum in my car and no apparent way of being paid. The guy gets out of the cab and goes up to the house and pounds on the door. She of course does not respond. I notice that there are taxi fares on the computer. Maybe these people have some money and aren’t going to waste my fucking time. I put it in gear and take off leaving dust behind.
I hear the guys yelling for me to stop.
What the fuck for?
I need to make money and he’s lucky this is all that happened to him.
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