As I mentioned elsewhere, I've been driving a cab for about 9 months now. I live in the Phoenix, Arizona (USA) area, one of the largest metropolitan areas in the country. (According to Wikipedia, we're #14 (or perhaps #12 or even #6) in terms of population, and while I can't find a comparison list by area, at more than 16,000 square miles, it's pretty damn big.) A typical day will see me drive around 250 miles in a 24-hour period. (I drive for up to 14 hours at a stretch, which is the company's safety limit, and maybe the legal limit as well.)
During my time driving a cab, I've enjoyed it quite a bit. Much to my surprise, I've had very few truly sucky customers. Rather than post individually about them, I'll just lump them together into one big post. (Don't expect any later posts of mine to be anywhere near this long; SC's are few and far between... thank god.)
Anger-making
One night (several months ago) I got called to a bar, a very common thing. My passengers were a couple of drunk guys. (The "drunk" part makes me happy; drunks tend to tip well.)
Pretty much the instant I get the cab moving, they start arguing. Loudly. I can take a lot, but a lovers' quarrel at full volume 2 or 3 feet behind my head... not so much. It got to the point where I finally pulled over.
Me: your rapidly-getting-angry taxi driver
AD: Angry Drunk
Me: That's enough, get out.
AD: But this isn't where we told you!
Me: I don't care, get out!
AD: Well, we're not paying for this!
Me: I DON'T WANT YOUR GODDAMNED MONEY, GET OUT OF MY CAB!!!
At this point, the other drunk realized that they had pushed things too far. He managed to drag his boyfriend out and dropped a twenty on the seat. (Considering the meter only read maybe $15 at the time, not so bad.)
I don't need a tip that badly
Sometimes people don't have enough money for a tip. Personally, I don't mind not getting a tip, especially since rides more than a few miles really run the meter up... but one time........
Pax: low-cash passenger
Me: um...
Pax: Oh, geez, I don't have enough money for a tip.
Me: That's fine.
Pax: I could give you a handjob if you want.
Me:
Um, thank you sir, but no.
(Seriously, I'm straight... and there isn't any kind of sex that'll pay the bills.)
Get the tinfoil!
I've had numerous examples of the tinfoil-hat-type, to the point that I just agree with them out of hand. UFOs over the White Tank Mountains on a regular basis? Sure. Government is spraying poisons into the air to reduce the population? Why not. The Illuminati are real and run the world? Yep, heard that before. (Yes, those are from real passengers.)
Seriously, though, wtf? I'm a driver. Tell those stories to your bartender.
More annoying than sucky
UP: Unprepared passenger
Me: sigh
UP: I need to go to [1 mile away] and I only have $5, can we do that?
Me: Sure, it'll probably be right about $5 anyway.
~we leave, drive about a block, then...~
UP: Wait, did I say [1 mile away]? I meant [3 miles away]. Can we still do that for $5?
Me:
Where's my gameboy?
When a cab gets any sort of mechanical problem, our instructions are pretty clear: park somewhere safe, call in, wait for the tow truck. This applies for anything where we can't safely drive back to the yard, even fairly simple things like a flat tire or a dead headlight. (We're not allowed to put the spare tire on because the company got sued by a driver who did exactly that and hurt himself; the headlight is often just a loose connection.)
So, a few months back, I head out to my cab, first thing in the morning, and find a flat tire. Sigh. After a bit, I found a nail in the tire. I call in, and they tell me they'll call the tow truck. (My company is contracted with a very small tow biz. How small? From what I've heard, 3 drivers, 2 trucks, total.) So, I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Finally, after two hours (an unusually long time, even for this company), the tow driver calls me. He verifies my location (my home) and says he'll be with me in a few minutes. So, I wait.
And wait.
And wait. (Notice a pattern yet?)
Finally, after another full hour has gone by, the guy arrives. He pulls the flat, puts the donut (little tiny spare tire) on, and I'm on my not-so-merry way to the yard.
The good news? I'm paid $10/hour when the cab goes down and it's not my fault. (Nail in the tire = not my fault.) The bad news? On any given weekday, at that time of the morning, I should be making in the general neighborhood of $25/hour, or more.
Go on, ASK ME AGAIN!
Bit of a clue: never never NEVER ask a taxi driver how much money he made that day. Do so and you instantly get branded "potential robbery" in my mind. Some real questions and answers...
Pax: How's business?
Me: Pretty good.
Pax: Busy day today?
Me: Yep! Great day!
Pax: How much money have you made today?
Me:
None of your goddamned business. 
If I have to pay, YOU have to pay
Since I don't own a car of my own (a financial decision), I ride the bus to the yard. Most buses in the Phoenix area have two doors, the one by the driver and another about halfway back, which serves double duty as an exit and the handicapped ramp. (Note that it is not an entrance, unless you are using the handicapped ramp.)
Last week, as I was getting off the bus via the rear door, a kid (well... I say "kid" but he was taller than me... 16? 17? older?) was making a beeline to get onto the bus via that door. I just stopped moving and put my arm across the entire door. I could see that he was thinking about pushing past me, and I said LOUDLY (loud enough for the driver to hear; the bus was pretty quiet), "Kid, if I have to pay to ride the bus, YOU gotta pay." Seriously, it's 85 cents for 18-and-under. If you don't have that much on you, well, your feet work.
I have one more story to post... and it's long, almost as long as this entire post. It'll go in its own thread, tomorrow or next week.
During my time driving a cab, I've enjoyed it quite a bit. Much to my surprise, I've had very few truly sucky customers. Rather than post individually about them, I'll just lump them together into one big post. (Don't expect any later posts of mine to be anywhere near this long; SC's are few and far between... thank god.)
Anger-making
One night (several months ago) I got called to a bar, a very common thing. My passengers were a couple of drunk guys. (The "drunk" part makes me happy; drunks tend to tip well.)
Pretty much the instant I get the cab moving, they start arguing. Loudly. I can take a lot, but a lovers' quarrel at full volume 2 or 3 feet behind my head... not so much. It got to the point where I finally pulled over.
Me: your rapidly-getting-angry taxi driver
AD: Angry Drunk
Me: That's enough, get out.
AD: But this isn't where we told you!
Me: I don't care, get out!
AD: Well, we're not paying for this!
Me: I DON'T WANT YOUR GODDAMNED MONEY, GET OUT OF MY CAB!!!

At this point, the other drunk realized that they had pushed things too far. He managed to drag his boyfriend out and dropped a twenty on the seat. (Considering the meter only read maybe $15 at the time, not so bad.)
I don't need a tip that badly
Sometimes people don't have enough money for a tip. Personally, I don't mind not getting a tip, especially since rides more than a few miles really run the meter up... but one time........
Pax: low-cash passenger
Me: um...
Pax: Oh, geez, I don't have enough money for a tip.
Me: That's fine.
Pax: I could give you a handjob if you want.
Me:


(Seriously, I'm straight... and there isn't any kind of sex that'll pay the bills.)
Get the tinfoil!
I've had numerous examples of the tinfoil-hat-type, to the point that I just agree with them out of hand. UFOs over the White Tank Mountains on a regular basis? Sure. Government is spraying poisons into the air to reduce the population? Why not. The Illuminati are real and run the world? Yep, heard that before. (Yes, those are from real passengers.)
Seriously, though, wtf? I'm a driver. Tell those stories to your bartender.

More annoying than sucky
UP: Unprepared passenger
Me: sigh
UP: I need to go to [1 mile away] and I only have $5, can we do that?
Me: Sure, it'll probably be right about $5 anyway.
~we leave, drive about a block, then...~
UP: Wait, did I say [1 mile away]? I meant [3 miles away]. Can we still do that for $5?
Me:

Where's my gameboy?
When a cab gets any sort of mechanical problem, our instructions are pretty clear: park somewhere safe, call in, wait for the tow truck. This applies for anything where we can't safely drive back to the yard, even fairly simple things like a flat tire or a dead headlight. (We're not allowed to put the spare tire on because the company got sued by a driver who did exactly that and hurt himself; the headlight is often just a loose connection.)
So, a few months back, I head out to my cab, first thing in the morning, and find a flat tire. Sigh. After a bit, I found a nail in the tire. I call in, and they tell me they'll call the tow truck. (My company is contracted with a very small tow biz. How small? From what I've heard, 3 drivers, 2 trucks, total.) So, I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Finally, after two hours (an unusually long time, even for this company), the tow driver calls me. He verifies my location (my home) and says he'll be with me in a few minutes. So, I wait.
And wait.
And wait. (Notice a pattern yet?)
Finally, after another full hour has gone by, the guy arrives. He pulls the flat, puts the donut (little tiny spare tire) on, and I'm on my not-so-merry way to the yard.
The good news? I'm paid $10/hour when the cab goes down and it's not my fault. (Nail in the tire = not my fault.) The bad news? On any given weekday, at that time of the morning, I should be making in the general neighborhood of $25/hour, or more.
Go on, ASK ME AGAIN!
Bit of a clue: never never NEVER ask a taxi driver how much money he made that day. Do so and you instantly get branded "potential robbery" in my mind. Some real questions and answers...
Pax: How's business?
Me: Pretty good.
Pax: Busy day today?
Me: Yep! Great day!
Pax: How much money have you made today?
Me:


If I have to pay, YOU have to pay
Since I don't own a car of my own (a financial decision), I ride the bus to the yard. Most buses in the Phoenix area have two doors, the one by the driver and another about halfway back, which serves double duty as an exit and the handicapped ramp. (Note that it is not an entrance, unless you are using the handicapped ramp.)
Last week, as I was getting off the bus via the rear door, a kid (well... I say "kid" but he was taller than me... 16? 17? older?) was making a beeline to get onto the bus via that door. I just stopped moving and put my arm across the entire door. I could see that he was thinking about pushing past me, and I said LOUDLY (loud enough for the driver to hear; the bus was pretty quiet), "Kid, if I have to pay to ride the bus, YOU gotta pay." Seriously, it's 85 cents for 18-and-under. If you don't have that much on you, well, your feet work.
I have one more story to post... and it's long, almost as long as this entire post. It'll go in its own thread, tomorrow or next week.
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