You know, it's a hard thing when people don't believe in you. But worse still, when your parents don't believe in you. Take this for example.....
I was trading war stories with a fellow driver recently, who regaled me with this story....
A fare of his from the airport to the university here was a mother and her daughter. They asked him to take them around various places getting the daughter registered for classes at the university.
During these little jaunts back and forth, it became apparent to my friend that this girl was more than a little ditzy.
After dropping her off at her dorm, the mother asked to be returned to her hotel. After a few blocks, my friend asked the woman what her daughter was majoring in.
She simply replied, "Oh, we don't really care." To which my friend asks, "Well, what is she interested in?"
"Well, we don't really know," she says. My friend is flabbergasted at this. Out-of-state tuition has been known to be $40,000 a year at this college!
The woman finally understands what my friend is getting at and says, "Sir, I have no delusions about my daughter's ability. She's here to do two things, get screwed and get knocked up, and I just hope it's by the right guy."
Unfuckingbelieveable. I've said it for years that the rich have some screwed-up values. But this takes the cake......
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Are People Really This Lazy And Disgusting?
Just went to vacuum my van, and some asshole decided to stick their used chewing gum on my carpet, and it apparently was there all last night. It's been stepped on and rubbed into the carpet.....
Things like this are why taxi fares are expensive, people! It costs money to have things like that cleaned. I mean, seriously, was someone really that lazy and disgusting to just stick their gum on the carpet in someone else's vehicle? Whoever you were, jackass, I hope you choke on the next piece of gum you chew.....
Things like this are why taxi fares are expensive, people! It costs money to have things like that cleaned. I mean, seriously, was someone really that lazy and disgusting to just stick their gum on the carpet in someone else's vehicle? Whoever you were, jackass, I hope you choke on the next piece of gum you chew.....
Friday, December 18, 2009
How Much More Can I Take?
Without a doubt, this just was not my day. 7 hours to get one fare from the airport, which went 3 miles. Even with a minimum airport charge of $25.00, it wasn't worth it..... I worked 11 hours tonight for $47 and a "fuck you, I'll stand in the street if I want to" from a group of frat brats. This, after I almost hit their stupid asses standing in a poorly-lit street, wearing all black. Smart?!!!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
The Longest Day Of The Year.....
Ah, Foxfield...... that wonderful time of year when the frat brats get all dressed up to go drink themselves silly in anywhere from 70 to 90 degree heat. Smart. Very Smart. Very Very Smart. BRILLIANT! I know from experience that alcohol and heat do not mix.
A friend of mine in the business has been working with Foxfield's management for the past two years to get extra taxis on hand, because quite frankly, there aren't enough taxicabs or buses available in the area for this event.
Anyway, long story short, this year was a Mongolian clusterfuck. Changes have been made to attempt to make things go smoother, and there were too many people that thought they were chiefs and not enough Indians. And I think everyone that you had to get past to get in was told something different by management. Long day, but not a bad one overall, I guess.
A friend of mine in the business has been working with Foxfield's management for the past two years to get extra taxis on hand, because quite frankly, there aren't enough taxicabs or buses available in the area for this event.
Anyway, long story short, this year was a Mongolian clusterfuck. Changes have been made to attempt to make things go smoother, and there were too many people that thought they were chiefs and not enough Indians. And I think everyone that you had to get past to get in was told something different by management. Long day, but not a bad one overall, I guess.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Darwin Award Candidate of 2002.......
During fraternity / sorority rush week at the university, I got a call to a rather populated area of the main fraternity / sorority area.
The house was dark, and no one answered the phone. I was just about to leave when a guy steps out of the bushes, stark naked except for tennis shoes and something hanging around his neck.
He reached for the door, and I asked, "May I help you?" He says, "I called for the cab." Of course, I'm doing a Spooner from I, Robot.... "Oh, HELL, no!"
The guy runs and jumps in front of the car. One way street. "Wait, wait!"
"Brother, you don't have clothes, therefore, you don't have any money."
He produced a $50 bill, to which I responded, "You've got 30 seconds to explain this. It better be good, and I'm promising nothing."
His "mission" to get into the fraternity was to take a taxicab 3 times around the fraternity area...... stark naked........ mooning everyone along the way.
I was not in the least interested in being part of this debacle, but he told me no one else would do it either. "There's a reason for that," I said. "Cops catch us, they could yank my taxi permit."
I finally told him if he brought some clothes with him, at least I would be able to say he had clothes on when he got in the car.
What neither one of us was counting on was a girl hiding in the bushes outside a sorority with a big Super Soaker..... the kind with a huge tank on it? YEAH. Not only was it a 40 degree night, she was a crack shot, no pun intended.
He was soaked, my back seat was soaked, and both of us were trying to figure out what had happened. When he saw her approaching to nail him again, he yelled, "Go, man, go!!!"
I responded, "Let's get one thing straight. I'm doing this in the interests of my interior, not you." He wound up walking a couple blocks naked that night. Served him right. Took two hours to dry my seats where they could be used again.
He happened to be with a group of his friends that called me later that year. He recognized me, but I didn't recognize him (big surprise, he had clothes on this time). When I realized who he was, I asked if he got into his fraternity, which he had. "Was it worth it?" I asked.
"I don't know, I've been drunk ever since." Ah, the naivety of youth.
The house was dark, and no one answered the phone. I was just about to leave when a guy steps out of the bushes, stark naked except for tennis shoes and something hanging around his neck.
He reached for the door, and I asked, "May I help you?" He says, "I called for the cab." Of course, I'm doing a Spooner from I, Robot.... "Oh, HELL, no!"
The guy runs and jumps in front of the car. One way street. "Wait, wait!"
"Brother, you don't have clothes, therefore, you don't have any money."
He produced a $50 bill, to which I responded, "You've got 30 seconds to explain this. It better be good, and I'm promising nothing."
His "mission" to get into the fraternity was to take a taxicab 3 times around the fraternity area...... stark naked........ mooning everyone along the way.
I was not in the least interested in being part of this debacle, but he told me no one else would do it either. "There's a reason for that," I said. "Cops catch us, they could yank my taxi permit."
I finally told him if he brought some clothes with him, at least I would be able to say he had clothes on when he got in the car.
What neither one of us was counting on was a girl hiding in the bushes outside a sorority with a big Super Soaker..... the kind with a huge tank on it? YEAH. Not only was it a 40 degree night, she was a crack shot, no pun intended.
He was soaked, my back seat was soaked, and both of us were trying to figure out what had happened. When he saw her approaching to nail him again, he yelled, "Go, man, go!!!"
I responded, "Let's get one thing straight. I'm doing this in the interests of my interior, not you." He wound up walking a couple blocks naked that night. Served him right. Took two hours to dry my seats where they could be used again.
He happened to be with a group of his friends that called me later that year. He recognized me, but I didn't recognize him (big surprise, he had clothes on this time). When I realized who he was, I asked if he got into his fraternity, which he had. "Was it worth it?" I asked.
"I don't know, I've been drunk ever since." Ah, the naivety of youth.
A Few Examples Of The Nursery School That My Profession Has Become....
As I'm sure anyone that knows me is aware by now, I own and operate a small independent taxi cab service in Charlottesville, Virginia.
You would think that most industries, while there would be a sense of competition, there would also be some notion of comraderie amongst those of us in the same industry..... nope.
Unfortunately, you can't get any of these guys to agree on anything long enough to go get ice cream together. And most of them insist on blackballing each other with customers, and will seemingly stop at nothing to take each other's business.
I, for one, just come out to make a living. I'm not out to take any other company or operator down. But the majority of the drivers in this business act like four-year olds, especially when it comes to the airport. *shakes head*
The big issue that started all this is that neither the City Of Charlottesville, nor the Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport Authority, nor the County Of Albemarle regulate the actual rate of fare with taxicabs. It is left open to what the city calls 'open market competition', and unfortunately, everyone cuts their own throat in this business in the name of volume. It's completely stupid.
The reason I say that is because you can't count on getting thirty fares a day. Sometimes you can't count on getting three. I myself have had days (plural) where I sat around town for 15 hours and only took in thirty-five dollars. Of course, these were the days when I had just gotten in the business and had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Now, through trial and error, I have figured out how to make the business turn a profit. Unfortunately, some changes never come easy.
On one plane, there are customers who raise eyebrows when one cab charges more for the same trip than another. I can understand this to a degree, as it is regulated in NYC and DC. But the expenses in this industry are so volatile and so necessary that I don't see how any locality could possibly regulate it fairly.
There are also customers that will not use your services over a few dollars. I have come to find that these folks generally are going to complain no matter what you charge them.
And then, last but not least, are the drivers who can't see the forest for the trees. I recently revised my rates when fuel shot up to $4.25 per gallon and continued to rise.
Of course, two months later, it dropped to about half of that. First, I don't expect this drop to last. Secondly, Obama is proposing a carbon-based fuels tax on top of the 36 cents per gallon taxes we are already paying. I'm changing nothing until I know what is going to happen.
One thing I simply will not tolerate is someone presuming to tell me how to run my business, especially someone who does not know my expenses, or worse, does not even know the business.
A lot of drivers at the airport have a tendency to mind everyone's business but their own. A lot of game playing goes on, such as complaining about petty things that may or may not be true to attempt to cause another operator to be suspended or barred.
I have heard countless snide remarks about my rate of fare, up to and including that my rates are running customers off, though I've never told anyone that they HAVE to take MY taxicab. I know that these remarks are simply an attempt to rile me into doing something stupid to get myself barred from the airport, or goad me into quitting working the airport, or changing my rates. None of the above. And I don't get mad, I get even.
I finally told one of these fellows that if I heard any more about it, I would work twice as much just to annoy them. Of course, they didn't take me seriously.
So I have made it a point to be at the airport way before anyone else is, and I work up until the airport closes for the night. This serves two purposes. I make more money, and I know it is driving them bananas, though none of them will admit it. I believe that if someone gets aggravated over something that is none of their business.... good for them! Give them more :) Which I am more than happy to do.
So now the rumor is that I'm homeless because I'm at the airport all the time.... ROFLMAO! I hope these guys don't actually believe the crap that comes out of their mouths. Does anyone have any cheese to go with their whine?
To be continued...... This is the REAL Taxicab Confessions!!!!
You would think that most industries, while there would be a sense of competition, there would also be some notion of comraderie amongst those of us in the same industry..... nope.
Unfortunately, you can't get any of these guys to agree on anything long enough to go get ice cream together. And most of them insist on blackballing each other with customers, and will seemingly stop at nothing to take each other's business.
I, for one, just come out to make a living. I'm not out to take any other company or operator down. But the majority of the drivers in this business act like four-year olds, especially when it comes to the airport. *shakes head*
The big issue that started all this is that neither the City Of Charlottesville, nor the Charlottesville-Albemarle Airport Authority, nor the County Of Albemarle regulate the actual rate of fare with taxicabs. It is left open to what the city calls 'open market competition', and unfortunately, everyone cuts their own throat in this business in the name of volume. It's completely stupid.
The reason I say that is because you can't count on getting thirty fares a day. Sometimes you can't count on getting three. I myself have had days (plural) where I sat around town for 15 hours and only took in thirty-five dollars. Of course, these were the days when I had just gotten in the business and had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Now, through trial and error, I have figured out how to make the business turn a profit. Unfortunately, some changes never come easy.
On one plane, there are customers who raise eyebrows when one cab charges more for the same trip than another. I can understand this to a degree, as it is regulated in NYC and DC. But the expenses in this industry are so volatile and so necessary that I don't see how any locality could possibly regulate it fairly.
There are also customers that will not use your services over a few dollars. I have come to find that these folks generally are going to complain no matter what you charge them.
And then, last but not least, are the drivers who can't see the forest for the trees. I recently revised my rates when fuel shot up to $4.25 per gallon and continued to rise.
Of course, two months later, it dropped to about half of that. First, I don't expect this drop to last. Secondly, Obama is proposing a carbon-based fuels tax on top of the 36 cents per gallon taxes we are already paying. I'm changing nothing until I know what is going to happen.
One thing I simply will not tolerate is someone presuming to tell me how to run my business, especially someone who does not know my expenses, or worse, does not even know the business.
A lot of drivers at the airport have a tendency to mind everyone's business but their own. A lot of game playing goes on, such as complaining about petty things that may or may not be true to attempt to cause another operator to be suspended or barred.
I have heard countless snide remarks about my rate of fare, up to and including that my rates are running customers off, though I've never told anyone that they HAVE to take MY taxicab. I know that these remarks are simply an attempt to rile me into doing something stupid to get myself barred from the airport, or goad me into quitting working the airport, or changing my rates. None of the above. And I don't get mad, I get even.
I finally told one of these fellows that if I heard any more about it, I would work twice as much just to annoy them. Of course, they didn't take me seriously.
So I have made it a point to be at the airport way before anyone else is, and I work up until the airport closes for the night. This serves two purposes. I make more money, and I know it is driving them bananas, though none of them will admit it. I believe that if someone gets aggravated over something that is none of their business.... good for them! Give them more :) Which I am more than happy to do.
So now the rumor is that I'm homeless because I'm at the airport all the time.... ROFLMAO! I hope these guys don't actually believe the crap that comes out of their mouths. Does anyone have any cheese to go with their whine?
To be continued...... This is the REAL Taxicab Confessions!!!!
Frat Brats Explained.......
Okay, to explain my catchphrase 'frat brats'. Frat brats are college kids who come into a town, and think because Mommy and Daddy are paying $30,000 a year for their education, that they can disrespect, judge and just generally treat anyone however they want.
I have seen these jackasses jump on newly painted taxicabs and run down the length of the body from hood to trunk. It is not your car, moron. Would you like me to jump on your new Mustang that Daddy bought you for high school graduation and put dents in the roof?
I have seen them dump recycling bins containing empty beer bottles and let them roll out into the street where vehicles run over them and cut tires. I have seen them walk out into traffic without looking, without a crosswalk anywhere in sight. Rule of thumb, moron. You're just as dead if I hit you, whether you're a student or not.
They act like we are killing them by refusing to cram 10 people into one cab, because "we're going to tip you good." Are you going to tip me $250.00? Because that's the fine if I get stopped for being overloaded. Are you also going to pay my bills while I have to appeal to the City Police to get my taxi driver's license back?
I have had them kick my cab when I almost hit them because their stupid ass was walking in the street, six inches from a perfectly good sidewalk. Again, no crosswalk in sight.
Right of way, does not mean you have the right to stand in the way of traffic. It means, within a crosswalk, you have the right to cross first. But you don't cross the street. You take all night, standing in the street talking to your jackass friends, that are here for the same four-year drinking party that you think you are here for. Hence, I call you 'frat brats'. Prove me wrong and show me some respect, and I'll show you some respect. Give and take.
I have seen these jackasses jump on newly painted taxicabs and run down the length of the body from hood to trunk. It is not your car, moron. Would you like me to jump on your new Mustang that Daddy bought you for high school graduation and put dents in the roof?
I have seen them dump recycling bins containing empty beer bottles and let them roll out into the street where vehicles run over them and cut tires. I have seen them walk out into traffic without looking, without a crosswalk anywhere in sight. Rule of thumb, moron. You're just as dead if I hit you, whether you're a student or not.
They act like we are killing them by refusing to cram 10 people into one cab, because "we're going to tip you good." Are you going to tip me $250.00? Because that's the fine if I get stopped for being overloaded. Are you also going to pay my bills while I have to appeal to the City Police to get my taxi driver's license back?
I have had them kick my cab when I almost hit them because their stupid ass was walking in the street, six inches from a perfectly good sidewalk. Again, no crosswalk in sight.
Right of way, does not mean you have the right to stand in the way of traffic. It means, within a crosswalk, you have the right to cross first. But you don't cross the street. You take all night, standing in the street talking to your jackass friends, that are here for the same four-year drinking party that you think you are here for. Hence, I call you 'frat brats'. Prove me wrong and show me some respect, and I'll show you some respect. Give and take.
Here's Your Sign......
People have a really annoying tendency to leave their cell phones and wallets in public transportation vehicles. Hey, it happens. Everyone is forgetful sometimes.
But one very annoying habit that people have when they leave such things in taxicabs is that they expect us to bring it back to them at no charge.
One girl left a $300 phone in my cab one night -- and got pissed because I charged her $10.90 on the meter to bring it across town to her!
Let's look at this for a second. We're burning fuel to bring it back to you that could have been used to run a fare. We're also not available for a fare while we're bringing it back to you (if you want it right now, as most people do). Not to mention the fact that it's not our fault you left your belongings in the cab in the first place.
In my case, most people are lucky to even get it back, because of the fact that I'm not a major company, and no one knows who I am, so that they can call to check. I do, however, make an effort to find the person it belongs to.
So, if you ever leave such things in a taxicab, don't get mad if we charge you to bring it to you. Remember that we didn't make you leave your belongings in the cab. Also, think about what it will cost you in money, time and aggravation to replace your phone, or credit cards, etc. Be glad that you're getting it back without that hassle.
But one very annoying habit that people have when they leave such things in taxicabs is that they expect us to bring it back to them at no charge.
One girl left a $300 phone in my cab one night -- and got pissed because I charged her $10.90 on the meter to bring it across town to her!
Let's look at this for a second. We're burning fuel to bring it back to you that could have been used to run a fare. We're also not available for a fare while we're bringing it back to you (if you want it right now, as most people do). Not to mention the fact that it's not our fault you left your belongings in the cab in the first place.
In my case, most people are lucky to even get it back, because of the fact that I'm not a major company, and no one knows who I am, so that they can call to check. I do, however, make an effort to find the person it belongs to.
So, if you ever leave such things in a taxicab, don't get mad if we charge you to bring it to you. Remember that we didn't make you leave your belongings in the cab. Also, think about what it will cost you in money, time and aggravation to replace your phone, or credit cards, etc. Be glad that you're getting it back without that hassle.
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