Sometime driving cabs really makes you worry about the future of our country. By far the most annoying and difficult customers to get in the cab are young white women. Last night took the cake though. Got a couple of jobs of young girls out of the Down Under Bar going back to UQ. These girls were stupid rude little sluts (pardon the language but there is no nice word to describe them).
These girls had been out for a night where they were apparently having a competition on who could be the biggest slut. There were all scoring points to see who could hook up with the most guys in a night.
I would assume that these girls were meant to be relatively smart (they had been accepted into university) and from fairly well off families (their parents could afford for them to stay in one of the on campus colleges) but the way they acted it could easily have been assumed they were crack addicted, homeless prostitutes.
I'm just glad they are too young for me and I don't have to try and pick a wife from this bunch. I feel sorry for the guys that do. Thankfully there are more than enough chauvenistic footy players out there so I'm sure they will be fine.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Some nights it just works
After a couple of crappy nights that had left me feeling drained last night was phenominal.
Started with an early job out of Annerley only heading a short distance. I almost drove off as a no job but luckily decided to stop and have a quick look at the keyboard that I thought somebody was throwing out as hard waste. Keyboard and associated stuff around it looked way to nice for somebody to be throwing out and sure enough it belonged to a young musician who was moving house and had gone back upstairs to get another load.
It just kept rolling from that job. Wound up getting some really nice fares all night.
Even the regretta was nice to me. Black and White cabs are sponsoring White Baloon Day so our cabs have all had these stupid little flags on their windows. One of the passengers wound down the back window causing the flag to fall off onto Coronation Drive. The passenger was extremely nice and apologetic about dropping the flag. I explained to him that it didn't matter and that it wasn't his fault, it was the way the flags were designed. At the end of the trip he still insisted on tipping me almost $30 because he felt bad about losing my flag.
Ended the night on a high note too. Picked up a cover job from the Southbank Tafe. I was sure the fare would be gone by the time I got there, there had to have been heaps of cabs drive past on their way to West End before I got there, but luckily they were still waiting. It was a very pleasant surprise to get a young (18) year old girl who was extremely intelligent and articulate (even if a little [lot] drunk). It was such a pleasant change from the usual for teenage girls and reassured my hopes that the next generation will turn out fine just like the rest of us have (kind of anyway)
Started with an early job out of Annerley only heading a short distance. I almost drove off as a no job but luckily decided to stop and have a quick look at the keyboard that I thought somebody was throwing out as hard waste. Keyboard and associated stuff around it looked way to nice for somebody to be throwing out and sure enough it belonged to a young musician who was moving house and had gone back upstairs to get another load.
It just kept rolling from that job. Wound up getting some really nice fares all night.
Even the regretta was nice to me. Black and White cabs are sponsoring White Baloon Day so our cabs have all had these stupid little flags on their windows. One of the passengers wound down the back window causing the flag to fall off onto Coronation Drive. The passenger was extremely nice and apologetic about dropping the flag. I explained to him that it didn't matter and that it wasn't his fault, it was the way the flags were designed. At the end of the trip he still insisted on tipping me almost $30 because he felt bad about losing my flag.
Ended the night on a high note too. Picked up a cover job from the Southbank Tafe. I was sure the fare would be gone by the time I got there, there had to have been heaps of cabs drive past on their way to West End before I got there, but luckily they were still waiting. It was a very pleasant surprise to get a young (18) year old girl who was extremely intelligent and articulate (even if a little [lot] drunk). It was such a pleasant change from the usual for teenage girls and reassured my hopes that the next generation will turn out fine just like the rest of us have (kind of anyway)
Monday, September 6, 2010
Mother of a night
I picked up a lady from the International Airport last night heading into the city. Just before picking her up I had gotten myself a can of Mother before she had got into the cab and it was still in the drink holder when we started off. This caused a barrage of questions about why I was drinking mother, what I thought of it, did I know about the knew mother, etc, etc. I was a little bit bemused as to why this lady was so fascinated by this can of mother but she was nice and I tried to answer her questions with a good nature. Turned out she worked for coke and was the person who had designed the logos. She only told me this when we got to the end of the trip though so I didn't have enough time to work her for a free sample. I'm just glad I was drinking Mother and not one of the competitors brands.
The other fare of note last night was a young guy from out the front of the Normandy. I had picked up him and one of his mates from in the Valley on one of my first shifts as a cabbie and the guy remembered me. It took a little bit of prompting from him but eventually I remembered who he was. Him and his friend had been really nice on the first trip and offered some good tips on navigating around the northside. I offered him a small discount on his fare when I got him home but he did the opposite and gave me a nice little tip. I was worried about picking up from the Normandy because you usually get dickheads so it was fantastic to get a nice person. Hopefully I get to drive this guy home again.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Welcome to my blog
Good morning passengers,
After talking about it for a couple of weeks I've finally started my blog up. Inspired by regularly being asked "you must have some stories as a cabbie", I've decided to start this blog so that when I can't be bothered talking to you I can just redirect you to my website.
I can't claim credit for coming up with the idea myself, it's been done before in Sydney. Adrian Neylan is Sydney has apparently been doing this for ages - his blog is at http://www.cablog.com.au/.
Anyway - I hope you enjoy. I'll try to be witty and insightful but it will probably just end up as pointless ramblings as I try to get to sleep after another night of too much coffee. If all else fails I can always just put up a funny picture of a cat.
After talking about it for a couple of weeks I've finally started my blog up. Inspired by regularly being asked "you must have some stories as a cabbie", I've decided to start this blog so that when I can't be bothered talking to you I can just redirect you to my website.
I can't claim credit for coming up with the idea myself, it's been done before in Sydney. Adrian Neylan is Sydney has apparently been doing this for ages - his blog is at http://www.cablog.com.au/.
Anyway - I hope you enjoy. I'll try to be witty and insightful but it will probably just end up as pointless ramblings as I try to get to sleep after another night of too much coffee. If all else fails I can always just put up a funny picture of a cat.
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