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
May 14th, 2008
As I pull into the back parking lot of Spot 79 on Southeast Foster Road...13 comments
[April 26th, 2006] "So you're saying you have no money?"
Why am I not surprised? The guy got into the cab from an address in Felony Flats and talked full-tilt nonstop nonsensically until we got to the Gold Coin Lounge on 82nd. Now he's peering through a wallet that, were it in an old Warner Bros. cartoon, would be portrayed with small moths flying up, out and away. He calls his girlfriend, who is supposedly meeting him here, to see if she'll have money for the cab. We just need to wait five minutes, he swears.
Ten minutes pass as the meter runs. He calls her again; now, apparently, she's not going to be there for half an hour.
I put on my best tough cabbie face and start The Discussion about my getting paid. I politely suggest that if the gentleman is such a regular at this bar as he proclaimed to be, beloved by all, that he go in there and get the fare from someone. He hems and haws.
He keeps going through the wallet as though something of value might suddenly materialize, when he hits upon the idea of offering me two gift cards for Shucks Auto Parts that he has rattling around in there. No ID, no debit/credit cards, no cash, but he's got these. I call the number on the back of them; together they are worth $18, the fare is $16, so I accept.
He's lucky I'm a girl who changes her own oil and spark plugs, that's for sure.
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