Saturday, January 19, 2008

Frozen Spit Balls

Thinking thinking thinking about what I should write about. There was the working girls, I have driven them before and written about them. The two are both still teens. I found out that one likes to sit at home and puff the refer and only the second one works at the infamous massage parlor. She also does videos, porno. That was a real eye opener, I never dreamed that in my life I would get to know a porn chick. She's cool. Totally not what you would expect, but who is? This girl is not a drug addict, other then the refer. Weed in Canada is tolerated to an extent, prostitution is 100% legit, as long as you follow some crazy rules, like it's in a massage place. My fare is always so good to me, meaning she takes good financial steps with me to ensure quick and prompt service every time.
I have other fares who pay me extremely well , they know who they are they call me at least once a week I love them all. Most of them are good people, hard working guys and gals who just want to get to the bar when they feel like it not when some shitty cabbie thinks it's time to pick them up.This is how my shpeel sounds like, first I hand them a card that has my name, number and blog address them I tell them "I can't guarantee that I'll pick you up, but call me and tell me where you are and I'll do my best, If I say I'll be there I will in ten to fifteen. If I say that I can't I won't." I noticed I have lots of personal fares. They all rock because they always show me the love and not one of them has ever threatened to stab me.
There was nothing much that happened tonight, there was the girl who was on her way to a mans house at four in the morning, I asked if he was her dude, she said "no he has a girlfriend, but she doesn't care" I don't believe that shit. Unless of course she's a hooker. Oh to all you guys that wanna hear about Edmonton, it's fucking cold. To all you guys who know nothing about the cold in Alberta, it's so cold here that when I spit outside the window of my moving taxi, it freezes so fast that if I tried to hit someone they would get hit with a little frozen spit ball, (I don't spit, not my style) but if I did I could probably knock an eye out. -35 degrees Celsius with wind chill, man I wish I lived in the Tropics.

4 comments:

bRaT said...

-35C?? damn.. how the hell does your taxi start in the morning? i'd hate to be living there... and i thought -10 was cold...

and then you've got wind chill... really hate to be you...

taxitalk said...

we have to plug our cars in, no joke

caMoore said...
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caMoore said...

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Thanks for stopping by mine:)