"Taxi Driver"....for real
I'm licensed to drive a taxi now and it can be interesting at times, to say the least.For the most part it’s not too bad. Interesting conversations, sometimes good tips, and occasionally, very rarely, a bad customer. Most of them are solid.
This is what happened this week:
I had a FUCKING CRACK DEALER IN MY CAB DEALING DRUGS!
(It may have been Meth, i’m not sure. those “rocks” were a bit big to be crack...)
I couldn’t believe it!
Here’s how it happened: Benny (the slave driving asshole that doesn’t give me a break like the other dispatchers) had me pick up a fare on (REDACTED) near the projects downtown. seemed like a nice guy,
black man, strange (Caribbean, possibly E. European?) accent, sitting on the curb waiting for me. I ask him for his destination, he’s kinda vague and just says the (RED.) Bank up the street. I do that, and then he gives me vague directions of “left” and “right” like he doesn’t know where he wants to go. Around we travel. Sometimes his phone rings. I get suspicious, but I’m too fucking polite to say anything. I get REALLY suspicious when his phone rings and he turns us around to a store, goes in and quickly out with a paper bag in his hand tightly wrapped up.
Around and around we go, finally ending up in another housing project where he has me stop in the parking lot, and he talks to some guys outside from the car. AND I TURN AROUND IN MY SEAT AND SEE HIM, WITH A BAG OF FUCKING DRUGS, CLEARLY DEALING TO SOME GUYS AND YOUNG TEENAGERS FROM MY CAB!
I don’t say anything but at the time, i’m very lightly trembling from FEAR and FUCKING ANGER that this FUCKING ASSHOLE is using me as a DRUG MULE!
Do I tell him to get the fuck out of my cab? Drive him to the police?
ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED!? DO I WANNA DIE? GET ROBBED? GET SHOT? DO I HAVE A DEATH WISH?
FUCK NO I don’t!
My momma didn’t raise no idiot!
I act like nothing happened. I’m polite to him, friendly, try to treat him like I would like to be treated.
“Sir”, and “have a nice day”. in other words, I treat him like any other passenger. He pays my fare, gives me a pretty good tip, and then, after he’s out of the cab and not looking at me, I pull over where I can see him and START HOLLERING TO 911!
In my stress, I dial 9111. Mercifully, the programmers factored in the stress on an emergency call and 9111 goes straight to 911 without a hitch. Then i’m describing to the dispatcher my cab company, the street corner i’m at with the street names, his description (detailed) and which way he’s heading.
God I hope they caught that asshole. the FUCKING NERVE of some people! Scared the CRAP out of me.
Would I have pulled a gun on him? Told him to get out? Take him to the police? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?
An old Kenny Rogers song, “The Gambler” puts it quite succinctly: “ You gotta know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em. Know when to walk away, and know when to run...” And I KNOW when to walk away. He didn’t bother me, and I sure as HELL wasn’t going to bother him unless necessary. besides, I was in a vulnerable position. Although he was in the “optimal position” for a ‘one passenger’ (diagonal or beside you, NEVER DIRECTLY BEHIND YOU), he still had the tactical advantage. And a gun or a vest won’t stop you from a head shot from behind. There’s not enough time to dodge . Look, I intend to live for a VERY LONG TIME. And in my lifetime, I have left poisonous snakes alone, and at other times chopped off their heads because they were in the way (true story). This seemed to be one time when I could walk away from Mister Snake and not be bitten if I “just left him alone”...
Mazen my boss, says to lock the doors and drive around until I find a cop next time. I'll do that, if I find my self in that position again. Which, I will do everything possible to avoid reoccuring, including kicking out a customer if I even THINK he's (She's also) dealing drugs or delivering same in my cab...
This is what happened this week:
I had a FUCKING CRACK DEALER IN MY CAB DEALING DRUGS!
(It may have been Meth, i’m not sure. those “rocks” were a bit big to be crack...)
I couldn’t believe it!
Here’s how it happened: Benny (the slave driving asshole that doesn’t give me a break like the other dispatchers) had me pick up a fare on (REDACTED) near the projects downtown. seemed like a nice guy,
black man, strange (Caribbean, possibly E. European?) accent, sitting on the curb waiting for me. I ask him for his destination, he’s kinda vague and just says the (RED.) Bank up the street. I do that, and then he gives me vague directions of “left” and “right” like he doesn’t know where he wants to go. Around we travel. Sometimes his phone rings. I get suspicious, but I’m too fucking polite to say anything. I get REALLY suspicious when his phone rings and he turns us around to a store, goes in and quickly out with a paper bag in his hand tightly wrapped up.
Around and around we go, finally ending up in another housing project where he has me stop in the parking lot, and he talks to some guys outside from the car. AND I TURN AROUND IN MY SEAT AND SEE HIM, WITH A BAG OF FUCKING DRUGS, CLEARLY DEALING TO SOME GUYS AND YOUNG TEENAGERS FROM MY CAB!
I don’t say anything but at the time, i’m very lightly trembling from FEAR and FUCKING ANGER that this FUCKING ASSHOLE is using me as a DRUG MULE!
Do I tell him to get the fuck out of my cab? Drive him to the police?
ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED!? DO I WANNA DIE? GET ROBBED? GET SHOT? DO I HAVE A DEATH WISH?
FUCK NO I don’t!
My momma didn’t raise no idiot!
I act like nothing happened. I’m polite to him, friendly, try to treat him like I would like to be treated.
“Sir”, and “have a nice day”. in other words, I treat him like any other passenger. He pays my fare, gives me a pretty good tip, and then, after he’s out of the cab and not looking at me, I pull over where I can see him and START HOLLERING TO 911!
In my stress, I dial 9111. Mercifully, the programmers factored in the stress on an emergency call and 9111 goes straight to 911 without a hitch. Then i’m describing to the dispatcher my cab company, the street corner i’m at with the street names, his description (detailed) and which way he’s heading.
God I hope they caught that asshole. the FUCKING NERVE of some people! Scared the CRAP out of me.
Would I have pulled a gun on him? Told him to get out? Take him to the police? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?
An old Kenny Rogers song, “The Gambler” puts it quite succinctly: “ You gotta know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em. Know when to walk away, and know when to run...” And I KNOW when to walk away. He didn’t bother me, and I sure as HELL wasn’t going to bother him unless necessary. besides, I was in a vulnerable position. Although he was in the “optimal position” for a ‘one passenger’ (diagonal or beside you, NEVER DIRECTLY BEHIND YOU), he still had the tactical advantage. And a gun or a vest won’t stop you from a head shot from behind. There’s not enough time to dodge . Look, I intend to live for a VERY LONG TIME. And in my lifetime, I have left poisonous snakes alone, and at other times chopped off their heads because they were in the way (true story). This seemed to be one time when I could walk away from Mister Snake and not be bitten if I “just left him alone”...
Mazen my boss, says to lock the doors and drive around until I find a cop next time. I'll do that, if I find my self in that position again. Which, I will do everything possible to avoid reoccuring, including kicking out a customer if I even THINK he's (She's also) dealing drugs or delivering same in my cab...
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