Thursday, December 25, 2008
TAXI- Jesus A Sleeping Me
Christmas Eve was pretty good for me, I fought with my asshole dispatcher. His name is Peter and he is a Jerk off. I have these clients from Israel, they're cool Ex military, they're young kids. They moved here to start a life together, they work in retail. They were telling me that the other day one of their client asked them where they're from they said Israel, the client said she was from Gaza and walked away. Man you got to set aside your differences, Canada is a neutral place isn't it? Oh I have a good story from the other night, I pull up to an address and call the house. Someone with a weird voice answers, it's deep and I can't understand a word that's being said. I'm like "Is Mike coming down or not?" the voice answers in the same manner as before, just kind of a bunch of deed gurgles. I start thinking this is a bad prank, and I ask again "is Mike coming, yes or no?" the same thing the deep weird sounds just keep coming through. Then I got a little angry and I said "If this is a fucking prank, I'm going to black list the fucking address and you'll never get a cab here again, is Mike coming yes or no?" "YES" comes through in a deed and disturbing way. I hang up the phone. then the fare shows up, a young guy on his way to the bar, I ask him "who answered the phone?" He says "my mom" I was shocked I told him the story and that I got kind of irate with her. He told me she just had a tracheotomy and the cold dry weather makes it really hard to talk. I was so embarrassed I wanted to call her back and apologise, I didn't, the truth is she made absolutely no sense. Sorry lady, I hope you forgive me. Merry Christmas everyone.