Day 5
#1: this east african guy hope into the car at the bus station, and i can't understand a word he says. I figure it's his accent. i'm finally able to understand him enough to get him to basically where he wants to go, and realize along the way that he's totally fucked on ecstasy I figure, 'cause he's swaying back and forth and looking at me with that look that a baby has when they look at you. when I drop him off, he asks me if i want anything, which I interpret as a sexual thing of course, so i say no of course. When he signs the mastercard receipt, he signs his name backwards, from right to left, so I wonder if this is how they write in his culture or if he's just retardedly fucked on drugs.
#2: around 1am, towards the end of the shift, I drive some well-dressed folks from the bus station to Princess Street. After turning right onto Princess from King, driving past McMullan's, as I'm slowing down for the stop sign at Regina, the front end of the Lincoln DROPS and metal digs into the pavement (you can go check out the scratch on the road if you want) and I immediately smell burnt rubber. I step on the brakes, get out and take a peep, and realize that the front axle (axel? axl? rose?) bit the dust, ie broke. tow truck comes, and I go to the Spur for a coupla beersss. fortunately, the owner of the car just bought a new car that he was just today getting ready to use as his new taxicab, so I'll probably still be working tomorrow.
golly gee what an eventful life I live.
#2: around 1am, towards the end of the shift, I drive some well-dressed folks from the bus station to Princess Street. After turning right onto Princess from King, driving past McMullan's, as I'm slowing down for the stop sign at Regina, the front end of the Lincoln DROPS and metal digs into the pavement (you can go check out the scratch on the road if you want) and I immediately smell burnt rubber. I step on the brakes, get out and take a peep, and realize that the front axle (axel? axl? rose?) bit the dust, ie broke. tow truck comes, and I go to the Spur for a coupla beersss. fortunately, the owner of the car just bought a new car that he was just today getting ready to use as his new taxicab, so I'll probably still be working tomorrow.
golly gee what an eventful life I live.