Welcome to the life of a night shift Cab Driver
The sights and sounds of a major midwetern city get even more unbelieveable after dark.
I have been a cab driver for about 3 months now, and already have enough stories to fill a few chapters. In training, the underlying message was 'expect the unexpected' and 'seeing is beleiving followed by a therapist'. Seriously though, this is one of the most interesting jobs I have had to date. Since I don't sit waiting at the posh hotels for fares - I get the leftovers. The runs nobody wants to take because they are in areas that you just don't wander around in after dark. I am 33 years old and until a few days ago had never witnessed someone firing a gun at another person. I'll get to that story after while, but let me tell you - that shit will wake you up in a heartbeat!
I will use this blog to not only share the stories, but try to give you a first-person view of my current life. The first blog entries will provide some details about who I am and where I come from. My current living situation will start the series followed by some history. I will then take you through the process of obtaining a cab license and the company training (or lack thereof?). Finally, before you are brought up current, highlights from the past three months. Soon you will be my invisible rider, experiencing the sights, sounds, and mayhem of the night shift with none of the danger, or smells!
I already know where you're headed, just hop in, but you might want to check your beliefs at the door or at least skew your definition of 'strange'.
Enjoy.
