Share stories, let's hear from drivers
What are some of the odd or interesting tales you have of people riding in your cabs?
posted by DC Cab Rider @ 11:01 AM
Saturday, April 15, 2006
About Me
- Name: DC Cab Rider
- Location: Washington, D.C., United States
I've lived in and around Adams Morgan area for ages now, without any private motorized transportation. Feet, Metro, buses and yes, taxicabs are my way around the city.
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8 Comments:
You mean like being shot at?
Having my cab rammed by a passengers boyfriend?
The baby who quit breathing while enroute to the hospital?
The binge drinker who projectile vomited all over the inside of the windshield from the backseat?
The young lady who "entertained" her two male companions in the rear seat while enroute to her vacation condo?
Obnoxious drunks?
Associate drivers with an IQ just barely above their shoe size?
Or the long boring hours spent waiting in the middle of the night for a run?
The above sounded a bit sarcastic and I didn't mean it to be that way.
What I wanted to portray was some of the "real" life adventures that happen to cabbies.
BTW - I love your blog!
Have you read "the taxi man says", a blog about being a taxi rider in Singapore?
Thanks Wil, I don't mind sarcasm, I want this blog to be an open exchange of comments and thoughts from drivers and passengers. I'll check out the taxi man in Singapore. So there are things that are universal about the job no matter where the driver's driving?
I had a fare in my Yellow Cab taxi when my phone rang. I really hate to be talking on the phone while driving especially; with a customer in the cab. But, when I saw the caller's name on the display I said, "Sorry, I have to take this call."
The call was from one of my regular riders. He was saying, "Hi, Joann I'll need you to pick me up Wednesday morning. I'm going to the Super Bowl!!!" It was referee Bill Leavy #127 and he will be the head ref this year. He lives in the Willow Glen area of San José, California. When I told my fare in the back seat (an older grey-haired senior citizen) about the call she squealed and said, "Some of the girls are getting together for a Super Bowl Party at our retirement home. Wait till I tell them I rode in the taxi that will take the referee to the airport for the big game! I feel like I know him!"
Cool site.
Couple years ago I picked up these drunk couple in my cab from Georgetown, they wanted to go to the Hyatt in Capitol Hill, so while I was driving along the potomac river at 2am the girl took her panties off, climbed on the guy and started rocking him.I told them I charge extra $20 for the risk of being pulled over, the guy said not to worry and that he will take care of me. One minute into the sexual encounter his cell phone rang and I don't know why he picked it up but he did, by the way the conversation he had, I knew that was his wife calling from the west coast and after a brief conversation he said "Love you hon!" and hang up the phone and went on pumping that blond like a champ with no guilt trip what so ever.
I think the phrase " I love you!" is the most meaningless sentence in the English language.
P.S There was no mess in the back seat.
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More interesting stuff. Better someone going to the Superbowl than the sex partners, I'd say LOL.
Lots of stories about interesting passengers on my blog. Maybe obnoxious would be a better word.
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