Thursday, April 24, 2008
Taxi talk! hey taxi talk!
107ave and 114st somewhere next to a 711 I run into a guy at a red light. It's 4:00 on a Friday night. It was a busy summer night, mid July maybe. Hot! The dude spots me from the crosswalk, runs at me and slams 100$ on the hood. He's ugly, big and sweaty. He gets in and says "my wife's having a baby and I can't get any one to break my bill so I can't make a phone call because I have no change will you takes us?" I had the 100$ in my hand. This was gonna be awesome. We drove up to a shady looking apartment building, he took off upstairs to get his wife. It was a real 100$ bill. Then relatively quickly he came back with a women in hardcore labor she was holding a towel, she used it to make sure she did not leave a mess. She didn't. On the way the Husband sat in the front seat. He was drunk from a night of drinking, strangely enough it was his (Micheals) birthday too. He was having a son. Contraction! 107 ave and 114 st are close to the Royal Alex I thought maybe that was their Hospital? No turns out the young couple originally from Newfoundland had just moved to their new address, hence no phone either. Another contraction, we were on our way to the Grey Nuns Hospital in Mill woods. At least 15-20 minutes away. I moved quickly, and they made it. I got a 20$ tip. I thought that guy was lucky to get a cab but it was me who was lucky, it was a honestly exhilarating moment.
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wow that's quite the humdinger, I bet that's a killer at parties.
what is it that doesn't let you get away from taxi driving? destiny? glad you got your moment :)
The blog was a taxi blog, the taxi changed me, an identity a good one, a real one, a hardcore one I can't actually write how much I got out of taxi driving, and now that I'm not driving the feeling is gone, my character is different, and i'm not the best....yet. things are different now, Like I got a bank account today, what the fuck?
dang.
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