Playing games with public transport
My day driver and his wife came over last night. Peskie, as he is known by other cabbies, routinely pulls in a bazillion bucks a shift and is adored by his passengers. And his night driver. And the cab's owner, who would likely marry him if he wasn't already taken. Two delightful people and we had a lovely evening - very rare for us to actually have some free time together. Usually we are ships passing in the night.
Cabbie as hero
I've been watching a movie about a heroic taxidriver. He saves hundreds from certain death, gets his passengers home safely - apart from one, who enters the cab in the first few minutes of the film and is still there at the end - battles with self confidence, makes love in the surf, and goes out to win one for the Zipper.
Long weekend
I've been reasonably discreet with the news, but I was involved in yet another cab crash on Friday morning. Just after midnight, on the way in to the Alinga Street rank with the city centre full of young folk and the prospect of three hours of work, a young lady made a right turn across traffic, imagining that the green light freed her from the duty of giving way to oncoming traffic - me.
Mistook
An open-air ninja concert featuring Amanda Palmer - Neil Gaiman's brand new punk cabaret queen wife - and it looked like a merry scene as my passenger walked to join her friends, green gauze skirt brushing her thighs.
Finding the flow
I'm getting quite a collection of taxicab material. Books, memoirs, songs. Perhaps the best is Hack, by the New York Jewish lesbian nightcabbie Melissa Plaut. I heard her once, late at night, on NPR talking about her book and her first shift, which in one of those episodes of synchronicity, involved survivors of 9/11.
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