July 23rd, 2008
When I step into the obese old woman's apartment3 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
June 11th, 2008
The old man in the karaoke bar’s parking lot insists that he doesn’t need any help...0 comments
June 4th, 2008
“What’re you up to?” asks my dispatcher.6 comments
May 28th, 2008
The middle-aged guy is working on an oil ship...3 comments
May 21st, 2008
“How you doing tonight, man?”3 comments
[July 20th, 2005] "Goddamn it, you fucking fuckers!"
Normally I wouldn't let someone standing on the corner screaming imprecations at the sky into my cab. However, a social-service agency is paying this gentleman's fare between the emergency room that just discharged him and the shelter where he is staying. We are, shall we say, strongly discouraged from turning away a medical transport order.
So he gets in. With a wary eye on the rear-view, I ask him who the fucking fuckers are. He is suddenly calm and articulate. He's pissed off at the doctors at the hospital. He had walked in saying that he really needed his meds, that he had run out. "And then they kept me there all fucking night! All I needed was the goddamn meds!"
I ask him what meds he was on, and he names a mood regulator, an anti-depressant and an anti-psychotic. A strong anti-psychotic. Ah.
I commiserate, saying I don't know what I'm going to do when my own insurance runs out, which is imminent.
"Fucking things would cost me $400 a month if I hadn't gotten into this program."
I say I may find myself looking into the same program; my own medications would cost as much. "Yeah? What are you on?" I tell him. "Oh yeah, I was on that for a while. Didn't do a goddamn thing." I say, "Well, frankly, my friend, I suspect my problem may be a little different than yours." He finds this incredibly funny. "Goddamn right it is! No one would let me drive a cab!"
We pull up to the shelter, and he gets out. "Peace, sister."
The Night Cabbie has pretty kitty eyes...
Hard to forget a set of peepers like those.
—Ruderalis









After the doctors...
After this guy's visit to the doctor's, he should have made a stop to the excorcist along the way.
—BJDorr