I am ready to go to work right now (7:05pm). This is way too early, I normally come out around mid-night but there's too many things going on in the city I have a feeling that I am going to make shit load of cash. There are lot's of foreign speaking folks in town, I think we are getting invaded or something. So we will see what tonight has to offer! I am going to hit this Indian joint and have something to eat first, I am so hooked with Sushi, Indian, Ethiopian and Thai food! They got some good stuff man!
"Excuse me Mad Cabbie, what's a good night for a DC cabbie? $200? $300? $400? Do you know there are people who drop that kind of cash just to go out and dine! Don't you ever talk about making shit load of money driving a stupid cab you looser!"
Come on man! Why are you busting my balls? I am trying to live in my own little world! I don't care what other people make and spend! You believe this Jackass trying to ruin my night?
Please don't forget the homeless,
mad Cabbie.
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You ought to do allright, Madster. There are many people in town. There is something going on at the Convention Centre, as well.
I dropped off a customer at National Airport Tuesday at about 1830. Upstairs there was a taxi starter in uniform. He walked up to me as I was schlepping the nice lady's suitcase to the sidewalk and informed me that I should go downstairs, but not get into line. He instructed me to pull to the kerb when I saw a starter in uniform.
I followed his directions. When I got to the lower level, there was a Red Flop, a Sun Cab (in other words, an illegal) and a D.C. Silver (another illegal, no doubt). An occasional cab was going through the line, but the starters were shooing them all forward. The waiting area was WALL to WALL PEOPLE. I got a fare Downtown in about two minutes, which was great, as Downtown was what I wanted. To be honest, Brookland or Woodridge would have been better, and I was hoping that someone in the line who lived here would have spotted the Diamond and hollered for it, but, failing that, Downtown suited me just fine. Two hours later, I finally got home; it took a fare to Silver Spring to get me there, though. I sneaked down Blair Road and went home.
THIS afternoon, the hotels had no cabs, nor were there many on the Hill to-day, either.
I listened to Goofy Tom on the radio after I let out my last passenger to-night at National. It was obvious that he had a table full of tickets and more piling up all the time.
So yeah, you ought to do allright, to-night.
Screw the haters, you're spreading good karma around the District and we need that shit. Plus this blog is the best entertainment I got. Who needs cable, I got Mad.
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