Saturday, February 12, 2011


The shop I go to to get my cab fixed is a complete shit-hole, but my man Raul is one of the best transmission guy in town. There he is sitting next to my dead transmission while waiting for a small part to complete the job and you can see part of my cab on the lift. I always make sure to have a case of Heineken in the trunk for Raul so he can expedite the job. He is very effective when he is loaded.

They sell fried fish in the back of the shop if you're hungry. The fish has some rubbery taste for some reason but it's pretty good, I think. I enjoy watching the interaction among the mechanics. They are from Pakistan, India, Vietnam, El Salvador and Eritrea, and they accuse each other of not understanding English.

I took out my cab last night with the newly installed transmission, and it runs like a champ. Job well done Raul!

I ran in to this gal that I went to college with the other night at Whole Foods on P street, and we're going to hang out tonight. I was surprised that she never married because back in college every creep wanted to get in to her pants because she was hot and smart.

God! I think I need to go to the bathroom, it might be something I ate, I don't know!

Please don't forget the homeless,

Mad Cabbie.


King of New York Hacks said...

What color is that cab Mad ?? YOu certainly know the deal brother...I "accidently" forgot to clean the back seat of my taxi a few times when someone puked in it to find that thee mechanic was happy to clean it considering he found a package of "Mr HappY" for free...coinkadink...HELL yeah ma man !! I never forget the homeless ! Peace brother !

Mad Cabbie said...

Yo King, what's up bro? The color of my cab is kind of biege but we call it "baby shit" here at Diamond Cab Co.

Anonymous said...

That was very funny mad! UN right in your shop. The way they argue with eachother it sounds just like the regular UN too. eh!

Good luck with the girl, she sounds like a catch!!


Anonymous said...

That's what's wrong with America, being the final destination for third world idots in that shop.

Blue Eyes.

Real cab driver said...

Bet those guys in that shop don't take no checks or credit cards, and give receipts written on post-it notes, right?

Cool blog.

I'll have to spend a quality hour or two reading some of it.

My total exposure to your neck of the woods is driving a semi truck. It was soooooo much fun to be sleeping in a truck stop in Jessup, with a load of Aunt Nellie's Pickled Beets in the truck, and a 6:00 a.m. delivery appointment at the Giant warehouse and have some jerk wake me up at 3:00 a.m. telling me I had to pay him a C-note to unload my truck. I'd give them 10 seconds to get out of my sight before I turned the dog loose on them.

What prevented me from turning the dog loose on them was the thought of dealing with the Maryland dog cops to get him back after taking a chunk out of..... yeah, it was fun. Almost as much fun as driving a cab.

Those cops in Maryland really know how to throw a traffic jam, don't they?

Have a safe one. AND, Get a job!!

Mad Cabbie said...

Moi, there is never a dull moment in that shop. I had a very good time with Trish but I found out that she is not in to boys anymore!

Blue Eyes, I know you dropped out at 8th grade but didn't they teach you that what made America great today is those "idiot" immigrants centuries ago? Other wise America would have been full of trailer parks!

Real Cab Driver, I think you nailed it right on the money about my shop. AND how am going to get a JOB after being unemployed for twenty years! I think cab driving, hooking, and dope dealing are the only deal where you make money without having a job. How about them crack whores in Jessup hanging around in the back of those cheap motels off route 1?