Three amigos
Oct. 2nd, 2009 04:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyringIt's always a bad sign when a passsenger is rejected by the cabbies ahead of me. I know they are going to come and ask me something ridiculous.
Thursday evening, now Friday morning, and Civic was chockers full of young folk. Reasonably sober, most of them, with plenty of pretty young women around. I always look for women as passengers, either alone, with other women or with men. This is because the passengers are almost certainly going to be well behaved, and likely pleasant company.
Young men, especially in groups, are not my preferred customers. They take a lot more work on my part.
They got to my cab, and I wasn't going to let them in regardless. They were all clutching food - hot chips, pizza, kebabs. But I wound the window down to hear their spiel.
"There's three of us, and we've got five dollars each. We need to get to University of Canberra. can you help us?"
Normally I'd be receptive to a hard luck story, but not this time. The far out to Bruce would be twenty-five dollars or more, so my reward would be minimal, once the owner was given his $12.75. I wasn't going to take these blokes for a twenty minute cab ride for a couple of dollars in my pocket. Not when there were plenty of other passengers available.
Nor did I believe them. Each of the three had only five dollars? C'mon!
But the killer was the food in their hands. Not only would they unwrap and eat it in my cab, regardless of promises not to, but people who spent their money on junk food instead of reserving it for a taxi don't deserve a cab. Not in my book.
"Yeah," I said. "You can ask the next cabbie."
I doubt they found a cabbie mug enough to give them a lift.
Thursday evening, now Friday morning, and Civic was chockers full of young folk. Reasonably sober, most of them, with plenty of pretty young women around. I always look for women as passengers, either alone, with other women or with men. This is because the passengers are almost certainly going to be well behaved, and likely pleasant company.
Young men, especially in groups, are not my preferred customers. They take a lot more work on my part.
They got to my cab, and I wasn't going to let them in regardless. They were all clutching food - hot chips, pizza, kebabs. But I wound the window down to hear their spiel.
"There's three of us, and we've got five dollars each. We need to get to University of Canberra. can you help us?"
Normally I'd be receptive to a hard luck story, but not this time. The far out to Bruce would be twenty-five dollars or more, so my reward would be minimal, once the owner was given his $12.75. I wasn't going to take these blokes for a twenty minute cab ride for a couple of dollars in my pocket. Not when there were plenty of other passengers available.
Nor did I believe them. Each of the three had only five dollars? C'mon!
But the killer was the food in their hands. Not only would they unwrap and eat it in my cab, regardless of promises not to, but people who spent their money on junk food instead of reserving it for a taxi don't deserve a cab. Not in my book.
"Yeah," I said. "You can ask the next cabbie."
I doubt they found a cabbie mug enough to give them a lift.
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Date: 2009-10-02 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-04 01:27 pm (UTC)Plus, all that food would have upset the mind/diet/tubby :-) joking.
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Date: 2009-10-04 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-04 05:37 pm (UTC)