Friday, June 12, 2009

jersey

An appointment with the Doctor this morning made this a longer day. A few pokes and probes, a little blood a little urine. The usual. Doc just give me the usual.
After a few errands and some meditation, contemplation and medication at precisely 3 o'clock I rolled out in unit 197. Its a good clean cab, I felt like I was gonna make a lot of money. The afternoon started slowly but steadily with good tips and cash was starting to flow through my veins. There was an elder lady headed home from the dentist. She was cool, talking about how this was all woods when she was a little girl. Then a businessman from, where was it, I forget.
Nextly, dispatch gives me a run going to the airport shuttle bus terminal and we were very late. He was extremely upset so I said hey sorry man and temporarily suspending a few traffic laws we got there with 2 minutes to spare. If I had got in any trouble I would have plead temporary insanity.
At 6 o'clock I drove a New Jersey couple to Fenway Park. Jersey Red Sox fans wearing Red Sox jerseys. I gave them my cell number and they said they'd call for me to come back and get 'em after the game. So, round about the eighth inning the dude calls and I head into town to meet them at a bar near the park. Well I was right there, right in front of the gosh darn place and we're calling each other back and forth a few times but we just can't seem to hook up. The cops kept on moving me along and saying things like "Move along." Now they're walking around, its total gridlock. Bedlum. 30 or 40 people wanted in, some of them pounding on the hood and the windows and I'm trying to locate what is now a moving target. Finally found them, great tip. Good night's work. Better night than Johnny Damon (Zero for four and an error) A hard day's night.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

title soon

Look at them. Ordinary people I hate 'em. Spending their time avoiding tense situations. Cabbie spends his time getting in to tense situations. Just kidding. I wonder if this whole thing isn't an elaborate high tech motion picture using ultra high definition sounds and pictures projected inside our brains whilst some immense computer makes it all seem real and interactive.
I didn't do very well financially out there tonight. Nothing tense or interesting. Spent a lot of the time picking apart and analyzing pieces of a nightmare I had last night. One of those vivid ones.
I drove the semi-grouchy lady we take every day up to the Alzheimer's apartments in Quincy. Must be a hard job. Took a gent to Weymouth who wasn't feeling well. Some pain in his chest and dizziness. He's going to the doctor tomorrow. Says he eats nothing but fat and sugar, smokes and never exercises.
Drove a semi-grouchy lady to Holbrook. She has spoke to me one time in 10 years. Total silence. See how you like it [obscure "Fargo" reference]
I drove 3 Reebok people to their hotel and listened to them talk about how they're not allowed to wear any competitors shirts or hats or anything. Adidas owns Reebok so those are the only 2 brands they can wear. Strange but true.
Then there were these nice folks from England looking for a Mexican Restaurant so I took them to a nice little one. My guess is that they did not enjoy it because they tipped me six dollars on the way there but only 50 cents on the way back. It was enjoyable the last time I went there. Very authentic, excellent service. Top notch. That was more than a decade ago, it may have gone a bit down hill.
I'm sorry beatch.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

swifty

Determinedly I planted myself right in front of the shopping mall. No one will escape. Much patience and then a fare to East Milton.
Then a real nice job: Dunkin Donuts main office in Canton to Boston, sixty- eight bucks and a ten dollar tip. Sweet. Then I picked up a food order from Legal Seafood ~ just one big bag for Focus On Boston. They're the folks who interrogate people about products and packaging. Anyway, I drop the bag of fish and I says "here lady, focus on this."
The rest of the night passed swiftly. The last run was a dude who ran out of gas and he was wicked bummed out, he just wanted to get home and sleep. I told him about the time I ran out of gas in a blizzard way out there miles from anything but that didn't make this poor dude feel any better.