Only one time. A woman was riding with me, and she started leaving all this shit in the back seat, tissues and papers and shit, just using my car as a garbage dump. I notice, and she just stares at me, like, “fuck you, what are you going to do?” So I tell her she needs to clean up, she tells me to go fuck myself, and we start screaming at each other. She calls me an asshole, tells me I’m just a dumb cab driver, says something about her garbage being nothing compared to people dying in Afghanistan. But look, I served my country for seven years and I go to school. I had my textbooks in the front seat with me. I’m not going to let that fucking bitch tell me that shit. So I stop the car and turn around and scream at her, and she just runs out. Takes her shit and leaves without paying. Sometimes I want to pick her up again. I’d lock the doors and tell her everything she needs to hear.
No, never. If customers want to talk that’s fine, but if they mention stuff like politics I don’t ever disagree with them. Most of the time they want to hate on Republicans, which is fine, I’ll join in for that, but if they are against Obama I just say I don’t follow politics. That’s pretty much the truth anyway. There’s no point in fighting; you won’t change anyone’s mind—and you might not get a good tip.
Hailed in: Chelsea
Hails from: Hoboken
After a while you get a sixth sense about which customers will give you shit about things, so I usually drive past those people. There are times when I don’t want to go to Brooklyn and people give me shit about that, but whatever. [That is really fucking annoying, though. You’re supposed to take me there if I want.] You want to drive the fucking cab? You want to make as little as I make and waste all the time it takes to go there for shitty tips? Go right ahead. Don’t tell me how to do my job.