pathos

I had had a bad bad feeling, sure enough the dude ran off. Twenty Eight bucks he owed me the bastard. It happened ninety minutes ago and I am still pissed off about it. Ahhhhh!! I have to admit I'm more embarrassed than angry because I wasted my precious limited energy engaging in a fake conversation. I fell for the old fake out. It happens.

The night was a miserable one. Raining. No work. Evil spirits all around. The Bruins blew a 2-0 lead in the third period and from my place in the cab stand I watched train after train unload herds of disheartened Hockey fans. Grumble grumble.
It was wicked boring in the station so I took a couple photos with my phone. The one one the left came out well. She saw me trying to sneak a picture but I did anyway when she looked away. Is it so wrong? Probably. Oh well, who cares. Our dispatcher of late is horrendous and horrible and pretty bad too. Words keep flying out his mouth hitting my body like darts and BB's. Please for the love of Jesus, Shut Up Greg!
There were not any interesting fares and I hardly made any money. But it happens. Still can't believe I fell for that fake out.

In my time as a driver, these past few years have brought the best bunch of cabbies to the scene. A random mix of peculiar personalities tossed together in a weird and tragic drama. A bunch of chuckle heads, we are always arguing and laughing but we care about each other. I can only think of a few times in my life when I've felt very comfortable at work. Murray Pipe was like that back in 1980 to 1982.
Well, now this group is starting to break up. Had to happen some time but it is a loss and I do feel sad about it. What can one do, these kinds of things happen.