August 27th, 2008
“Son of a bitch, you’re running up the meter!”27 comments
August 20th, 2008
"Hey bro, remember me? You wrote that story about me in the paper."3 comments
August 13th, 2008
“It’s the Californians, man, the Californians are the worst.”15 comments
August 6th, 2008
The middle-aged man I picked up at Vendetta is in a hyperactively verbose lather ...0 comments
July 23rd, 2008
When I step into the obese old woman's apartment5 comments
July 16th, 2008
The obese old woman at Fred Meyer has a bad hip and a wheelchair...8 comments
July 9th, 2008
“...I need to take a shower first and wash all of this blood off.”6 comments
July 2nd, 2008
“So I’ve got these two women in the back of my cab who just refuse to get out...”8 comments
June 25th, 2008
“My friend’s getting divorced, and he’s really drunk,” says the bartender...8 comments
June 18th, 2008
There’s nothing like a good Friday night, and I’m referring to the money.3 comments
[January 4th, 2006] What is it with you guys and the front seat? Many Portlanders mistakenly assume that the toplight being lit means the cab is available. Nope. But that's understandable—the iconography of taxicabs is pretty much based on the New York paradigm, as filtered through the movies. But nowhere on the silver screen do I see people riding in the front seat.
People will open the front door, see my stuff all over the seat, and say "oh," pause, then get in the back. Then you have the people who ask me to move said stuff. In my case, let's see, a Thomas Guide, a Discman, a Maglite, reading material and assorted papers, and a half-wrapped sandwich. Nope.
Even better are the people who start moving it for you. Did your mother raise you like that? Hey, if you're on crutches, obese, or have something else wrong that makes it hard to get in and out of the cab, the front seat is yours, no qualms whatsoever. So is it because, as one lady told me, "I don't like feeling like I'm being chauffeured around"? Why not?! You are being chauffeured around!
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And now, now I'm at Cassidy's Restaurant, and this prick won't ride in the back. All he had to do was ask nicely, but nooooo. He absolutely refuses, saying he'll complain about me to my parent company if I don't let him ride in the front. I invite him to complain, recite another cab company's number, and go on my merry way.
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