The Night Time Is The Right Time
Sep 17, 2006, 02:44
There's a fucked up vibe out there tonight. Driving through Cambridge, I notice the cab drivers being a little... sketchy. Something's up, and I don't know what it is. The drunks are... you know, drunk, like always. But the hacks are choosing their fares a little too carefully, and practically driving into other cars to escape the clumping hordes of seemingly hostile pedestrians attempting to become customers. Six empty cabs in a row on Mass Ave drive around a group of kids, avoiding any contact with them at all. In HSQ the taxis are double and triple parked and not taking passengers. Obviously they all know something I don't know, but I don't have my scanner, so I can't check. I cautiously crack open the windows of my stealthy nini-van and silence the radio, to get a better feel for everything. The sounds aren't loud, but they are pregnant with just-curbed violence. It's ugly.
I'm glad I don't drive a cab anymore.
There's a fucked up vibe out there tonight. Driving through Cambridge, I notice the cab drivers being a little... sketchy. Something's up, and I don't know what it is. The drunks are... you know, drunk, like always. But the hacks are choosing their fares a little too carefully, and practically driving into other cars to escape the clumping hordes of seemingly hostile pedestrians attempting to become customers. Six empty cabs in a row on Mass Ave drive around a group of kids, avoiding any contact with them at all. In HSQ the taxis are double and triple parked and not taking passengers. Obviously they all know something I don't know, but I don't have my scanner, so I can't check. I cautiously crack open the windows of my stealthy nini-van and silence the radio, to get a better feel for everything. The sounds aren't loud, but they are pregnant with just-curbed violence. It's ugly.
I'm glad I don't drive a cab anymore.