Who missed me last night? Good? That makes me feel worthy. I had a pretty below average night again. I don't know, maybe I should have worked Thursday but I just wasn't feeling it. I guess it was a good night. Friday was like a Tuesday during the booms peak. Hey Albertans remember the boom. About two years ago when everyone and his mother moved here to get a piece of the pie and ended up taking it from you. Ha! That's the way the cookie crumbles. Tonight I got jacked and it was not in your conventional way. I troll around looking for flags. It's the way I like to make my money. So I spot this asshole flagging in front of the Funky Pickle. It's past 4 am and the pizzeria is all locked up. I'm pulling over when some random sedan backs up on 82 ave and picks up this kid. The other car was an ex Co-op taxi and the driver was stealing my fare, from right in front of me. The asshole low balled me and took the kid home. I followed him and got the plate. Picking people up without a permit is illegal. I contacted my dispatch and asked what I could do about it. The worthless dispatcher had no Idea. I drove up to the cop shop and demand an answer. The Operator (the police station was closed too, I had to use a phone that was located on the outside of the building) gave me this number 780 496 5244. Taxi bylaw officer and hopefully enforcer. I'm going to get a hold of her and figure out what I can do to become more involved in my profession and the issues that surround it. I was on my way back to my car when I ran into a couple other drivers. I told them why I wear a camera around my neck all the time. It's like my gun, people are forced to clean up their act around it so I like to point it at assholes. I'm not afraid of the camera because I behave the same for everyone except around children and really old Grand Mothers. The same foul language the same everything. I know they appreciate it because almost everyone that sits in my taxi enjoys the ride. Most of my readers are people who have been entertained by my rants in the back seat. I guess that's why I rarely get picked on about my ability to write. People who criticise the blog without ever actually getting into the taxi have no Idea what they are doing. The truth is the blog is nasty, lots of times what I deal with is nasty but anyone exposed to it from my back seat will see it the way I see it night in and night out. I tell almost all my clients to comment, I even tell them to please tell me if it stinks. It's never happened. Only a person that's never been on a ride with me would have the audacity to think they could talk shit about who I am. If there is one thing I kick ass at it's getting you home safe through a world filled with shit. I Plow through that shit with my crown Vic and I make passenger feel like they know me. Like they've known me for a long time. Like the ride home was their destiny. Tonight I had a fare who I gave a ride to about three years ago. She remembered me, she remembered the conversation. That's worth so much to me. Well anyways I met those drivers and I told them about the CBC stuff, the burning alive guy and how the gypsy taxis are eating up our business. One of them looked at me and said I have become an activist and that I should be careful because the Police are going to start trying to break me down. I'm not scared of them. The cops are a joke because the judicial system is a joke not each individual cop. What makes individual cops so insignificant is that they aren't trying to change anything. They're like the rest of the world, just sitting around expecting everything to change for them. That's what makes them so worthless, that they just force us through the shit without making us feel safe. Like eating shit is our destiny. At least that's the way I feel and I'm the only little white boy out there driving a taxi cause he wants to and isn't scared. My opinion is for sure unique and I swear I'm just being honest. Like this song, it's about a women check it out..................<
I watched this fight for a good chunk of time. It happened on 105st and 82 st during prime time. I guess the cops were celebrating the rebirth of Christ. I ate fish even. No meat on Good Friday. No Kisses either, but we all gotta eat.