Asshole Drunk XXXXXX Gets His Beer Back

I pick up this XXXXXX couple from a house party and they want to go downtown.

Me: "Where downtown"?

Him: "Don't matter eh"

Me: "Ok downtown anywhere it is"

We arrive downtown and I pull over into a parking spot.

I should also mention today was welfare check day and the streets were lined with drunken XXXXXX, especially around the Lethbridge XXXXXX store area on 6th ave and 5th st.

Him: "this is to heat score, take us to the XXXXXX eh"

Me thinking: for fucks sakes, this is too heat score for you and the XXXXXX is not?

I drive two blocks to the XXXXXX and stop.

Him: "too much heat still eh, pull into the alley"

Me: "I don't think so, that will be $15.80"

She pays me and they get out and walk into the alley behind the XXXXXX. I looked in the back seat and he left a nearly full beer on the seat, just waiting to spill. He was pissed off I would not take him into the alley and I assumed he had intentionally left it there so when I drove off it would spill all over the place. I was upset at this point and grabbed the beer and drove down the alley and threw the beer at him and drove off. I guess what was meant for my back seat is now on your fat ass girlfriend you piece of shit.

My next call was to the XXXXXX which I declined because I was not about to go back there.

Random

I received a call a couple of houses away from where a local transvestite lives. I arrive and 4 guys get in and are having a good time and heading off to the bar.

After some initial conversation I start driving and this is what was said;

Me: "So how do you feel about living so close to a transvestite?" (I have no idea what prompted me to say that and I admit it was a weird thing to say to someone you have never met)

Guy in the back seat: "What?, turn the radio off, did you hear what he just said? Say again what you just said!"

Me: "Yeah he lives lives a couple houses away from you, I was just wondering if you knew who he was, apparently the Alberta Government is subsidizing his "penis getting cut off" surgery because of his well being and what not."

Guy in the back seat: "Man that is so fucked up, thanks for sharing that story."

Another guy: "I was at a rave in BC a few weeks ago when some chick came up from behind me and put her hands around my hips and grabbed my cock. I was amazed and was dancing with her. I turned around and it was a guy in drag. I almost punched him out right then and there." He then mentioned "I thought about it and I was in his territory (the rave) and if I had beat him up then I would be the one who was frowned upon."

I heard a couple other tranny stories on our way to the bar and it was quite entertaining for all of us. What a weird cab ride. I do not normally instigate that type of conversation but I just could not resist and they seemed like the type that would accept my comment for what it was worth.

This was posted in the office today.

If you can not read the picture it says:

For all those who know there's something wrong with thier cars but have no clue what the problems are or how much they'll cost to fix, here's a chart from my mechanic's garage, along with prices:

Ping, Click, Ping $10
Clunk, Whir, Lunk $50
Thud, Clunk, Thud $100
I can't describe it $500

I love the dogs more than I love her.

It is strange how I try to remember my night fare by fare and adventure by adventure but often weird stories slip through my mind.

I went to an address on the North side tonight and this guy comes out and gives me a $100 and asks for $80 back. I comply and he says "I am sick of this shit, I am tired of paying for cab rides, get this bitch to where she has to go and $20 should cover it because she is only going near the hospital" and blah blah blah. I ask him what is going on and he says "I love the dogs more than my girlfriend and if she doesn't like it she can fuck off". I waited a few minutes with $20 in my hand when a woman comes to the cab carrying one puppy and another following her and tells me "we worked out our shit and I am so sorry for wasting your time, please give me $10 and keep the other ten for yourself".

I agreed and went on my way.

Random

It either pisses me off or makes me laugh depending on the mood I am in. I can not understand how a person will call for a cab, wait for the cab, get in the cab and then ask me (the driver) "what are you up to tonight?" What the fuck do you think I am up to. I am clearly not riding a bike or watching a movie now am I?

Friday Night

Some random events;

I flagged four young women from a sports bar and they were off to a nightclub, which happened to be featuring Method Man and Redman. Right from the start of the trip the girls start telling each other about when they got their first period. One girl was like "I was barely 11 when I got my first one", and another girl said "you two have me beat I didn't get mine until I was fourteen". Then one says something like "when I started getting pubic hair and armpit hair I didn't know what to do so I asked my mom and she told me to shave it off". I was grinning big time because it was awkward conversation. I wanted to chat with these good looking young woman but what was I going to say? I should have said something like "you girls all have me beat, I still haven't gotten my first period". On second thought I am glad I didn't say that. The woman in the passenger seat noticed my grin and jokingly put her hands over my ears.

Do women often talk about the first time they had a period. Not likely. It would be like the boys hanging out talking about when we got our first boners (not that we care or even remember). I thought it was very strange.

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I picked up a group of people from the University of Lethbridge. One of the girls gets in and sits beside me in the front middle seat.. We were waiting for her friends when she commented on my glasses. We exchanged glasses to see who's eyesight was worse. I told her my contact lens prescription was -6.00 and she told me hers was -4.00. She said "wow 2 point difference" and sounded genuinely amazed. She was flirting with me a bit until her friends came out. Once her friends were in the car and we were on the way to the pool hall she starts going off about her porno fetishes. This is my recollection of what she said "I like the rape porn, no I mean like the fantasy rape porn not the real rape porn. I also saw this one and the woman walks into the butcher's market and the woman fucks the guy in front of a dead cow, it was weird but it really turned me on. I am just so sick of the regular porn, the only time I can stand the regular stuff is if there is at least anal." I think both her friends and I were amazed at what was coming out of her mouth.

During the trip she asks me "did you just touch my leg?", I said "no my hands are on the steering wheel" and she says "well I wish you had".

We get to where they are going and everyone gets out but her. She asks me a couple of questions and I tell her that I am taking a few classes at the University as well. She seemed amazed and told me "I would totally give you my number but I am getting a new phone tomorrow". So she starts telling me where all of her classes are and where I could find her at the University at different times.

It was kind of a weird trip, but then again she was kind of drunk.

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My last trip of the night was a quiet one. I pick up this guy at 3:40 AM from a house I am familiar with. I have never seen this guy before and there is little conversation. All of a sudden a crime stoppers report comes on over the FM radio and this guy starts giggling. His giggles progressively turned into laughter. I asked him what was so funny. Because of the crime stoppers report I thought that maybe he was involved in the theft or knew who was. While he is still laughing he tells me that he didn't remember why he was laughing and he thought it had something to do with rabbits. I could tell he had been smoking weed. From the way he was laughing he probably ate a few mushrooms too.

Randon Rant

During my tenure as a taxi cab driver I have noticed that there are many women who work the streets and make money as prostitutes. During the past few months I have seen different girls come and go. I wonder why some of the prostitutes are not around anymore. I believe that they rely on the cash they receive for sexual favours to sustain their lifestyle. So why do they leave? Were they arrested? Do they move on to different cities? Did they die? Were they killed? Did they move on to a better life? Are they taking a break? Are they in rehab? I am genuinely curious why the women I have seen working the streets just disappear.

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I remember a couple of months ago six people were busted by an undercover police officer acting as a prostitute. Five of the six people's vehicles were impounded. I remember reading that the other guy posted a $27 thousand dollar bond in order to keep his vehicle (the value of the vehicle), it may have been a different amount. It amazes me how many people cheat on the ones they love the most. Whether they are married or not many of my customers are cheating on their loved ones.

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I remember reading an article in the Calgary Sun September 14th, 2008 and from my interpretation and understanding of the article 4 young men got into a taxi. During the course of the ride an argument ensued and the cab came to a stop. The men took off on the taxi driver and for some reason the taxi driver decided to hit one of the kids and pinned him against a wall, killing him. That same night or the next day he took the bus to Edmonton, made a withdrawal from a bank machine, and has never been seen since. The crime happened in Calgary on September 11, 1998.



I searched the Internet looking for the article but could not find it. It should be out there somewhere, I gave up early on my search for it.


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I turned left, Northbound, onto Fifth Street South, from Six Avenue. I noticed another cab from my company parked in the West Parking area off the street. I witnessed someone walking away from the car (whether they were with him or not is indeterminable).



As soon as I pulled up right beside his cab a woman's face and upper body appeared. I originally pulled up beside his car because I wanted to chat with someone, preferably (at the time) someone I work with. As soon as I realize there is someone else in the cab besides the driver I drove off, which was immediately after seeing her. I should mention also that it was a very slow night and I figured the other cab driver would not have anyone with him, after hearing radio beeps and conversation.



I try not to impose on other peoples business but I wonder what that other cab driver was doing. I knew he was empty as far as the company was concerned. I was empty and was up for a trip second to him. He cleared before be and was next up for a trip (not a flag) nearest and next to him. Since he cleared before me and was in the same zone as I, he got the trip. I wonder if maybe he was getting a blow job from the XXXXXX woman who I saw in the passenger seat of his car. Maybe it was a friend of his. Perhaps it was his wife. Maybe it was a cash under the company table fare. Maybe it was nothing.



I doubt that he was of any relation to her and it was not his wife. I heard around the office that one of our older drivers was in the newspaper because he was caught by police with a prostitute (obviously doing something, and not referring to the previous paragraph). He is married as far as I know. I intend to find out when this happened and find the article. I need to know the approximate date that it happened though.

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I pulled up to XXXXXX tonight and stopped somewhat in a crosswalk in front of a fire hydrant. It was not the best place to stop but the only place close to the front door to let off the "period girls". While one of the girls got out to ask if there was still a $45 cover a taxi from the same company as mine was parked in front of me. I guess he needed to leave and he probably figured there was no one behind him. I never hurts to look to make sure but he obviously did not and backed into me hard. Well it wasn't that hard but hard enough to cause a little bit of damage (a couple of cracks in the front bumper of my car that I noticed later). We both got out and looked at the damage and there appeared to be none. After further inspection under light I was able to determine that there was a couple minor cracks in the bumper. Whether they were there before or not I can't say for sure.

The girls were all excited and kept saying they were in a hit and run (even though they were not). I ended up taking them to a different bar because sure enough ZZZZZZ was still charging huge cover for there Method Mad/Redman show. I picked up a couple fares after the show tonight and the first fare was really impressed with the show while the second said it was great but they were pissed off because they never came on until 1:20AM. I heard from them that the opening acts finished 1hour before Methodman kicked off his performance. I think that is probably just the bar wanting people to stay and buy more drinks.

Friday/Saturday Night

I have so many things running through my mind about the last couple of nights. Here is a random recollection of my weekend.

I got a flag Friday night at the Lethbridge XXXXXX on my way to the XXXXXX bar. I took it because the XXXXXX is the last place I like to go. I do not understand why some drivers sit there all night. Sure they might get a flag here and there but I don't think it is worth the hassle of severely drunken old fuckers with a chip on there shoulder, or crack whores.

The trip I ended up flagging was a drunk older man and a hooker. I mise well have went to the XXXXXX. So the hooker tells the guy that they cannot go to her place at the Lethbridge XXXXXX because the front desk clerk would not let them. They ask me where they can find a cheap hotel and they decide on the second scuzziest hotel in town to do there business - the XXXXXX Inn.

We arrive at the XXXXXX Inn and the hooker changes her mind and decides she wants to go somewhere classier. I drive them across the street to the XXXXXX Lodge. The hooker goes in and asks if they have any rooms available. She came back to the car and said "they have one non-smoking room available but we can still smoke in it, go pay for it, and I told him you were my husband". As the guy is stumbling into the lobby she yells again "tell them you are my husband".

I can see the guy at the front desk in clear view and he is stumbling around and dropped something on the floor, while picking up whatever it was he dropped he lost his balance and fell on the floor.

This is the conversation between the hooker and I after he fell to the ground.

Hooker: Do you think he can get it hard?

Me: I don't know he seems pretty drunk

Hooker: Have you ever seen me before?

Me: I think so... (and turned around to get a better look)

Hooker: Don't look at me

Me: You asked me if I have ever seen you before and I needed to look at you to answer the question

Hooker: Oh, I guess you're right

Me: (After looking at her) You look familiar but I am not sure if I have seen you before

Hooker: I am a drug addict

Me: (I was about to say something when she interrupted me)

Hooker: No, I mean I am a good drug addict, you know?

Me: No I don't know

Hooker: I try to be a good drug addict, I don't fuck with people.

The guy comes back to the car and tells the hooker that his credit card was declined on the $250 deposit. The hooker decides they should go back to the XXXXXX Inn. She demands that the guy give me $20, which he did. This time they both went into the hotel and I could see them at the ATM machine. They were both fumbling around for a while. There was a woman waiting to use the machine and she eventually gave up because they were taking so long.

During this time a guest or staff member walked outside and was talking to someone else and said "there is that hooker again", I smiled at her because I think she knew I heard her because my window was open.

The couple came back to the car and wanted me to take them to an XXXXXX bank because his bank card was not working. We get to the bank and I am instructed to go through the drive through. The guy gives the hooker his bank card and tells her his pin number. She tries the pin and tells him it didn't work. He tells her again and she tries the same number. Apparently the bank machine ate his card and was not going to give it back. I really do not know if that was the case or not. The machine could have ate his card, or maybe the hooker stole his card, knowing his pin number.

The hooker decides she wants to go the XXXXXX near by and I take them there. Throughout the entire trip the guy was telling the hooker how happy he was to have met her. The hooker at one point told me that he had waited for hours outside of her hotel room for her to come back outside.

Once at the XXXXXX the hooker raided this guys pockets for money. Literally putting her hands into his pockets trying to find money. The drunk old man was not capable of doing it himself. She found enough money to pay me for the rest of the fare and told the guy "I have to get out of here, I have to leave, blah blah blah", and she got out of the cab and walked off. I am sure at some point he had given her what she would have earned had they gotten a hotel room.

The guy told me he had nothing left and I decided I would drive him back downtown for free because I felt he had gotten ripped off pretty bad and I already was paid $30 for the trip. The guy tells me he is staying above the XXXXXX. I laughed so hard inside. I wonder if the hooker actually stole his bank card and had a night out on the town on this unlucky guy's buck.


That was a long description of a trip, here are a few short ones;

I flagged a trip from the XXXXXX Garden. A man and women get in. The trip is normal until the guy starts freaking out apparently about the girls boyfriend. He starts saying things like "what are you going to tell mike", "what if he finds out", etc. It was quite clear that the woman was cheating on her boyfriend.

Strange coincidence.

I pick up a fare at the XXXXXX Hat, a local strip club and 5 large men get in and tell me "we have to get out of here before the cops come". They seem alright and I start driving to the address. Trying to listen to what seemed to be four different loud conversations at once it was clear that someone got there ass kicked. Later on in the night I picked up a few students, while dropping the last one off she tells me how her friend was beat up pretty bad and described the guys that did it. The description fit to a tee about the guys I had driven earlier.

I ended up driving these guys twice tonight and had no problems at all, in fact out of the two trips they tipped me a total of $43 on a total of a $60 combined fare. I know for a fact that at one of the drops I had they are running an illegal poker game 4-5 nights a week.

Cops were out everywhere tonight. I actually hit my brakes hard once because I thought someone was trying to cross a crosswalk. I turned out it was two police officers standing at the crosswalk with a radar gun. I was pissed off. Don't stand in a crosswalk, go somewhere else.

A couple of students did not really know where they lived and were giving me shitty directions. I had to stop hard once and pull a u-turn when one of them says "are you trying to make me puke"? I said "no, but if you knew where you lived or gave me some notice about where I need to turn it would be less stressful on your stomach".

I was driving down Mayor Magrath at maybe 3am and cruising along at about 70km's per hour. The speed limit is 60km's per hour when I see this guy starting to walk very close to the road. I let off the gas but was not about to brake because this guy was with his friends and I figured they would not let him wander into traffic. He came so very close to being hit by me but never actually walked onto the road until I had passed him. I had a flashback about when I hit a guy onetime. I will not ever post that story.

All I want to say is not cool man, I have no justification for slamming on my brakes and putting my passengers at risk of harm due to your fucking stupidity or practical joke. I have noticed that approximately 85% of people who get in my cab do not wear their seat belts. That is an astonishing figure and I think people really should be more consciences about putting on a seat belt. Anything can happen.

Well I think I have said enough.

Cab Driver Murdered - RCMP Cold Case File

Homicide of David Jon MALLOY.

http://www.rcmp-grc.gc.ca/cc-afn/molloy-david-eng.htm

Driving a cab is one of the most dangerous jobs in the world. Customers can be very unstable and unpredictable. You just do not know for sure how any trip is ever going to end.

Convicted Pedophile Living Downtown

Dale Paul Courtoreille, 53

Sep 11, 2008, 05:03

-->Lethbridge regional police have issued a warning to the public following the release of a federal inmate that has a history of sexually abusing young boys. Dale Paul Courtoreille, 53, will be released from the Lethbridge Correctional Centre today after serving a two-and-a-half year sentence for sexual interference involving a child.

http://www.lethbridgeherald.com/article_11914.php

$175 Out of Town Fare

I got a call to a gas station at 12:15am Saturday night. I arrive and this young man in a security uniform gets in the cab. In fact I remember specifically that he was in a XXXXXX Security uniform. He tells me he needs to get to Claresholm. I asked the dispatcher for the flat rate and he told me it was $175. I informed the guy that I needed the money upfront before I would take him there.

He tells me that he was in a car accident and the police had his vehicle towed and that he had forgotten his wallet in the car. I don't remember what I was thinking at this point but he made it quite clear that he had to get there. I asked if anyone he knew would give a credit card for me to pre-auth. He said his dad would and began calling him. He was speaking Arabic or something so I really do not know what he was saying. I gave him a pen and he writes down the credit card number.

I tried to process the card but it came back as invalid. I tried this same process with another card number with the same result. I should have known at this point that something was fishy. He continued talking with his dad or whoever it was on the phone and he seemed very relaxed. I think that because he was so relaxed it made me feel relaxed and that led me to make a nearly costly mistake.

We sat in front on the gas station for more than 20 minutes. Because the guy was so relaxed, and sober, I decided I would take the risk and drive him to Claresholm. This is something that I have never done before and if the payment was not received on the other end of the trip it would be a huge loss for me. Not only would I have to pay $91 out of my own pocket to the taxi company, I also would have to pay for the gas to get there and considering it was Saturday night at 12:30 I would miss much of the bar rush. I decided against my better judgement that I would take that risk.

I told the dispatcher I was taking him and off we went.

Once we finally got to Claresholm he tells me that his brother is working at the XXXXXX Convenience store and that he would pay for the trip. As soon as I stopped the car at the XXXXXX he bolted. He started running across the street. So many things were running through my mind at this moment. I was pissed right off and never should have trusted the fucker. My wheels were immediately screeching out of the gas station and I drove down the wrong way of the main street in town in hot pursuit of this piece of shit. Once there was a break in the median I got onto the right side of the road he was already across. I never let him out of my sight and caught up to him quickly. I was not about to drive back to Lethbridge without at least a pursuit, some action, maybe even some violence.

He sees that I am right behind him and starts running the other way. I pull a u-turn and had to get back on the main road. This time there was traffic and I had to wait for a semi and another vehicle to pass before I would make the left hand turn. With my heart racing, the tires screeching, and the engine roaring I was back in pursuit. He proceeded down an alley and I was right behind him when he suddenly gave up and put his hands on his knees briefly and then kept walking slowly down the alley.

I was irate and for a split second I considered hitting him with the car hard enough to knock him to the ground so I could get in a couple punches and get him into the trunk of the car. Man that seems like such a good idea after the fact. I pulled myself together and realized that was going to be my last option. Because I was already on the phone with the police I was trying to describe the best I could where I was. The guy gave up running and I pulled up beside him and gave him a piece of my mind. An RCMP officer responded in record time.

When I mean record time I mean record time. If you read this post http://canadiantaxi.blogspot.com/2008/07/stoned.html it took the Lethbridge City Police 45 minutes to respond when the police station and downtown core were only 30 seconds away. The RCMP officer in Claresholm responded within 30 seconds. I was very impressed.

I informed the officer what happened and confessed that I was an idiot to take the guy without money upfront and the officer put the guy in the back of the police car. While he was in the police car not more than 2 minutes later a XXXXXX Taxi pulled onto the scene. The driver got out and asked how much his brother owed. I said he owed me $175. Before I could finish my sentence the money was in my hand. He did not count it in front of me. I counted it and it was all there. The officer asked me if I was satisfied. I said I was and thanked the officer and the other cab driver.

I was soon back on my way to Lethbridge with the cash in my pocket and the experience of knowing why I always collect money upfront for out of town trips. I was eager to get back to Lethbridge in time to catch the end of bar rush. I genuinely believe that he had previously arranged with the other cab driver that I would be paid but decided he was going to bail on me anyway. My heart was still racing and the event was quite an adrenalin rush.

Random Laughter

I picked up a young man and two teenage girls late last night. The girls in the back seat were discussing how their night went amongst themselves.

I heard one of the girls say to the other girl "your dad told me that I have the upper body of a cheerleader". I laughed uncontrollably.

Friday Night

Tonight was a very busy night. During my eleven hour shift I probably sat around for half an hour in the office doing nothing. The bars were very busy tonight. It did not seem to matter where I went I was able to flag a trip. The line up at XXXXXX was nearly out to the street by 9:30pm. The XXXXXX was busy throughout the night. The XXXXXX got busier later in the evening as XXXXXX died down a bit.

Everyone seemed quite tame tonight. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Only one of my customers tonight seemed like they had drank a little too much, which is quite surprising. Perhaps I am getting used to having drunk people around me and they are starting to seem sober to me.

I would say approximately 75% of my business tonight was comprised of students. Mostly University but some College students. I noticed an approximate increase of 30% in fares than the previous average of the four preceding Friday nights, which is significant. I had my second highest meter total tonight since I began driving January 1st of 2008. I had $503 on the meter. After student discounts and $59 gas I made out quite well. What I appreciate the most is that everyone was in good spirits, out having a good time, and I did not have a single problem with any trip.

The unusual thing about tonight is that I never saw or had to deal with any crack whores. To be honest I would much rather deal with honest students than fucked up crack whores. Tonight was a nice change and I am happy that the students are back and that I am back in school as well.

A random event from tonight:

I received a call to the XXXXXX Lodge tonight. I arrive at the hotel and ask the front desk clerk to call the room for me. She tells me there is no one staying in that room so I write off the trip until I get back to the car and realize that I am actually at the XXXXXX Hotel. I realized that I was at the incorrect hotel and proceeded to the correct hotel which was just a couple of blocks away.

While pulling away from the lobby this guy approaches me and asks me if there are any pawn shops or check cashing places open. The time is approximately 10:45pm on a Friday night and I told him "sorry buddy, but I think you are out of luck for the night". He tells me to hang on and we chat for a moment. He tells me that he is in desperate need of cash and has an Xbox 360 with three games, a wireless controller, an upgraded memory platform, as well as all the necessary cables. I do not need or really want an Xbox 360 and all that other stuff but ended up buying it off the guy for $70. I have not tried it yet to see if it actually works but it seemed like a good deal at the time.

Here is a picture...

XXXXXX Four Horns

Thanks for ripping me off $18.00

At least you gave me your wallet full of junk so I could post your picture in shame.

The Students are Back....Yay!

The XXXXXX Bar was very busy tonight. Considering that all or most of the University and College Students are back I was not surprised.


I was at The XXXXXX at around 2:30am behind another cab. I watched as two men practically carry this guy out of the bar and place him into the cab in front of me. I thought to myself at the time "that guy is messed up". His "friends" put him into the cab and walked off to wherever they were going. So they left the complete drunken guy who could not walk on his own in the hands of the taxi driver.


I flagged a job immediately after and once finished my trip I decided to head back to XXXXXX to see if there were any more people. While entering the shopping area complex I notice the same cab driver that had flagged the job in front of me earlier. His passenger was hanging out the open door puking his guts out in front of the XXXXXX Convenience store.



I felt bad for the other cab driver but was quite happy that was not me having to deal with that guy.



Here is a photo of the aftermath. He spilled his guts out and the puke spread into the parking lot. GROSS!


My only explanation for actually taking a picture of this guys puke was complete boredom. It was after 3:00am and no one was around other than a couple other taxi drivers. The shear volume of the puke makes me very happy that I was not one cab up and had gotten this guy in my cab.

Saturday Night

Tonight started off fairly slow but from 11:00pm to 4:00am I was very busy. The following is a random recollection of my night.

I picked up this Italian Gangster type guy from a gambling hall. I went into the hall to get some desperately needed change and the barmaid said she was happy he was finally leaving and wished me luck.

He was wearing a nice black hat with a feather in it. He had tattoos and he fit the profile of an Italian Gangster. Chances are that he probably was not a gangster. I asked him where he was going and he said "down the street". I asked where down the street. In his thick accent he again says "down the street". So I drive him down the street and he says "do you know who I am" in a tone that I and everybody else should know who he is. I have never seen him before and said exactly that.

We arrive at his apartment and he says he needs to run in. In his front window was a large Italian Flag prominently displayed. I was looking around while we were at his place and he actually lived across the street from the Italian Hall. He comes back in and tells me to drive. No address, no directions, just drive. He had a wad of bills so who was I to complain about not having an address. He finally says where he wants to go and he changed his mind right away. He asked me to pull over so I did. He got mad that I pulled over too soon. So I went forward and around the side of the building and some how was directed into the alley behind the Coalbanks. I do not like going into the alley behind the coalbanks during the day, never mind at night with some Italian Gangster wannabe. I should not say wannabe because he did fit the profile that I have gathered from Films about what a mobster should look and act like.

So we drove down the alley twice and he directs me back to the place where I picked him up from. After all that his fare was only $6.40. He gave me $40 and asked for $5 back. I gave him $5 and he went back to the place where I picked him up. I bet that bartender was pissed right off that he was back. She was so happy to get rid of him the first time. This guy had me a little worried during the trip and he ended up leaving me with a $28.60 tip, whether he knew it or not.

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I flagged a trip from a bar tonight and they were not going far. The fare was $5.20 when we got to a late night diner. The man in the front seat was planning on paying for it and got out of the car to look through his pants. In the meantime a woman in the back seat gives me $7 and tells me to keep the change. I thank her and she and her friend got out. The guy then picks up $20 he dropped on the ground. He threw the $20 in the cab and closed the door. Well THANK YOU VERY MUCH. $21.80 tip on a $5.20 fare. Sometimes I just love drunk people.

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I was informed tonight that the police were looking for an injured person around such and such address. Of course I am curious and had a little time to head over there. It turned out it was a major collision and a possible rollover. Two moving vehicles were involved and no doubt a couple of parked cars. When I pulled close to the scene the police were driving through an empty field looking for one of the drivers that took off from the scene. Likely the driver that fled was drunk.

Speaking of drunk drivers I picked up two people tonight that had gotten 24 hour suspensions. The first lady was a mother of two and was completely pissed off. The other guy said he blew a 1.07 and because he was friendly and made the officers laugh they had let him off with a 24 hour suspension rather than a DUI. This guy was very happy the cops had not busted him with DUI, even thought he blew over. I picked him up from the Police Station.

I have to ask myself this question... is the allowable blood alcohol content in a person operating a motor vehicle .08 or is it 1.08. I can not believe this guy got off. He told me he blew over three times and they let him go home with a 24 hour! I wonder if the person who had caused the major accident I mentioned earlier had blew a 1.07 if he would have gotten off. Probably not. I was happy to see a couple check stops out tonight. It definitely brings in more business. I think the police should have more random check stops than they do.

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I had a call to a tattoo parlour tonight that I passed on because the last couple times I picked up there the lady was seeing people who were not there. No thanks! Next trip please.

I noticed tonight that there were lots of new students in town. I am attending XXXXXX as well and I am definitely looking forward to someone puking in my car or doing something completely stupid and me sitting beside them in class and saying "remember me" and "what the fuck were you thinking", etc. LOL. I hope somehow I get a kick out of this gig.

Crack Whores Bastard Children in Action

Maybe the title of this post is a little off.

So I pick up this XXXXXX guy from the XXXXXX bar. That's right, the dreaded XXXXXX bar. He informs me he is going to a certain address that I am familiar with and have taken the owner (renter) there on multiple occasions. The guy that lives in this place is a SEVERE alcoholic and the guy I was driving seemed sober. I have never had problems there and if this guy was his friend I trusted the fare would be paid. I hate asking for money upfront because it makes the situation tense and the ride uncomfortable.

By asking for money upfront you are pretty much saying that you do not trust the person at all.
I will post more about asking for money up front some other time. I do hate getting ripped off.

He was limping when I picked him up and I asked him why eventually, when he said he was walking down 13th st N, around 23 ave N, when someone pushed him to the ground from behind and he was beaten by several people. "Wow" I thought, and asked "Do you know who attacked you?" He proceeded to tell me how he was defending himself and trying to protect his face when a knife was pulled. He said he tried to kick the knife out of the persons hand as he lay on the ground but before he knew it he was stabbed in the leg.

He said the next thing he knew was that he was in the hospital. He later mentioned that it was the 504 gang that had attacked him. I have never heard of any sort of gangs here, never mind one called the 504. He said they were a group of XXXXXX teenagers, hence my quick judgement in the title.

He informed me the doctor said that he was lucky to be alive and that the knife could have easily cut through the main artery in his leg.

So anyway I should have asked for money upfront from this guy because he never paid me. We went to an ATM machine which said his card was invalid. GREAT. I am now the proud owner of this guys wallet and contents, which of course are completely worthless to me.

I have recently bought a digital camera and have no problem posting his face in shame on my little blog if I do not receive payment.

I Can Run Faster Than You

I picked up 5 teenage XXXXXX girls from the movie theater. We stopped at a liquor store and only one of them was 18 so she bought the liquor. We proceed to a ghetto part of town and they never really told me the address. I figured there were five of them and someone was going to pay me.

We arrive in front of a bunch of four and six-plexes and as they are getting out of the car one of the girls says "my mom is going to pay for the ride". Then all five girls take off running. Without hesitation I pursued and chased them around a few buildings and caught up to one of the girls.

I grabbed her arm and then wrapped her purse around my wrist. I told her to stop running and she complied. Dispatch phoned me on my cell and asked what was going on. I requested the police to come. I was a little lucky and caught the only one that was actually 18 and could be charged. I led her back to the cab, put her purse in the trunk, and told her to sit in the back of the cab. I sat in the front and waited for the police to arrive.

While waiting for police she gave me a sob story about how she didn't know her friends were going to do that and she was sorry. She was crying when the police officer arrived. I did feel bad for her because I felt she was telling the truth. With the cab company I work for I have to pay for 52 percent of the fare on the meter whether I actually get paid or not. So it is a huge loss not to receive payment.

I told the officer my story and showed him the price on my meter. He asked her a couple questions and proceeded to take her to every door at the six-plex in an attempt to collect my money. He eventually came back from the side of the building and told me a good Samaritan had decided to lend her the money for the cab fare.

I thought about it later that it was after 12:15am and maybe it was the police officer who lent her the money because I doubt that anyone in those apartments would have. I am pretty sure that the girls did not even live at that building.

Some friends you have/had.

Trailer Park Trash

I picked up a man and woman from a trailer park and the guy was bragging to me about how nice his 1980 something jaguar was. I thought it was a piece of shit but never said it. He informed me they were going down to the XXXXXX. The XXXXXX happens to be, in my opinion, the worst scum bar hotel in town.

During the ride the guy is complaining about how expensive the ride is and asks his girlfriend/wife "how many tricks ya gotta pull to pay for this". I really could not tell if he was joking or was serious.

While on a stop for him to get a pack of cigarettes the woman tells me "you know that he goes around the park and pisses on other peoples lawns to mark his territory". I have heard a lot of wierd things but that one is up there. He pisses of other peoples lawns to mark his territory? Wow. She was so serious when she said it that I have no doubt there was some truth to the story.

When we get to the shady bar he throws a $20 at me and barks about how expensive the ride was. At least he didn't mark his territory in or on the cab.

Cab driver takes a rider to the police station after rider refuses to pay fare. Funny!

Having been ripped off by customers myself I just love this story.

Average Speed Tonight 30.0 KM/H

Manipulating Crack Whore Bitch Part 2

I got a call to a hotel and guess who happens to be the fare. This same lady got in and started giving me the same sob story that had once convinced me to help her out.


I explained that I was not impressed about the last time and said if she didn't have any money she was not going anywhere with me.


It was 4:00 in the morning. What the hell are you doing trying to find a way home/somewhere else at that time of night. She said she had no money but wanted me to pull around the side of the building. I said I didn't think so and she got out. So what if I had pulled around the building, out of view of the lobby attendant? Maybe she would have said I had sexually assaulted her or what not... No thanks. No money=no ride.


I must say that I am a little pissed off because I know these Crack whores are fucking and sucking cock for money and they do not want to pay because they need the money for more crack. Go FUCK YOURSELVES.


As a side note I am apprehensive about asking for money up front. For the most part it makes the trip uncomfortable for both the passenger and I. I sometimes ask for money upfront when; I have been ripped off from the house/apartment where I am picking up from, when I pick up a lone person from a business such as a gas station and they do not know the exact address and it is a far trip, the fare is very fucked up and does not really know what is happening, or in general a bad area of town. It is at my discretion to assume that I may not get paid, so I must have be alert to possible fraudulent customers.


If you are not aware I must pay for all of my trips whether they pay me of not so it is in my best interest to identify a problem fare. It really is a tough call sometimes whether I should ask for money upfront.


Here is the original post about this crack whore who has no money...

http://canadiantaxi.blogspot.com/2008/05/manipulating-crack-whore-bitch.html

Call From The Cops

I had a call from constable blah blah blah tonight and he told me I was a very hard guy to get ahold of. When I answered my phone I thought it was someone else on the other line. Perhaps that is why he got a hold of me.

Mr. Officer, I do have voicemail and any random person, including you, are welcome to leave a message and I will try to get back to you.

This kind police officer was telling me that they had caught the guy that had been drinking and driving from the XXXXXX Pub. I had called the police and informed them of the situation and almost twenty days later he gets ahold of me and tells me that he needs my statement. I agreed tonight to come down to the police station tomorrow and give a statement.

I was happy to hear that the Police had caught the guy and are charging him with a DUI.

Here was my original post.....

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

"Don't call the Feds"
Last night I picked up this guy from a local pub. He asks me "how much to such and such out of town. I tell him approximately and he doesn't want to do it. He puts $20 in my hand and tells me to back around the corner of the building. I am a little weary at this point because I am not sure what the fuck is going to happen. I decide to back around the side of the building. I ended up giving him $10 dollars back as he had requested. I had no problem with that. I drove 3 meters from where I picked him up for $10 bucks. Hell ya. At some point I realize that I am just a ploy for him to get picked up in a cab and drive him to the side of the building so he can get in his own car and drive home. This man was clearly intoxicated and told me "don't call the feds ok" as he started his engine and proceeded to leave. I ended up phoning 911 and gave them his liscence plate number, description, and where he told me he was going. Can you be more fucking stupid?

I have enought hazards to worry about besides drunk drivers and you think I am going to watch you drive off completely wasted and kill one of my coleagues or an innocent driver/family?NO!..

I hope they caught your ass you retard. The thing that troubles me most is that you had the money for the cab ride, you were in the cab, and you still decided to drive yourself.

In addition........

(...................I hope that my statement today provides some insight into what occured that night. In Alberta I believe that once you are convicted of a DUI you are prohibited from driving for one year and after that year you must install a mechanism that you blow into to allow your car to start and you must blow on a regular basis for your car to keep going........................).

Attempted Suicide

I was saddened to hear today that one of our regular customers had put a knife to his own neck in an unsuccessful attempt to kill himself.

He seemed like such a decent guy and I can only wonder why he decided he would do that. He is currently in the Psych Ward for 30 days.

Shopping Carts

At around 6:30 pm I passed a guy on the road who was pulling 5 shopping carts with a rope. All of the shopping carts were tied together and full of junk. I do not know where he was going but pulling 5 full shopping carts with a rope. That must have been a challenge.

I wish I had a picture.

I remember on another occasion a XXXXXX man was leaning on an empty shopping cart. Normally that would not be so unusual if he was actually going shopping. Being no where near any mall and the way he was struggling to walk it was quite clear this man was using the shopping cart as a walker to keep him upright. Kind of sad if he actually needs a walker but I just assumed he was completely wasted drunk and needed the cart to stumble around with.

On another occasion I remember a XXXXXX guy pushing a shopping cart far from any mall. He had been shopping and had two small bags in the cart. For fuck sakes man, stop being so fucking lazy and carry your two grocery bags home.

Young and Old XXXXXX Female Smokers

I picked up these two kids earlier today and on the way to the car the one girl picks up a cigarette butt and puts it in her pocket. I thought that was very strange considering she was maybe 9 or 10.

Later in the night...

I picked up this man and woman and they wanted to go to a trailer park outside of town. The male had probably $1300 cash in $100 bills. They wanted to stop and get cigarettes. While the male went into the store for the smokes the female proceeded to look through the ashtrays on top of the garbage cans at the XXXXXX convenience store to see if there were any good butts worth taking. It looked like she found a couple.

They also wanted to stop at a liquor store and there was only one off sale place open. They walked in and came back out quickly. I asked them what happened and they said they were banned from there. They insisted on going to the liquor stores that I had told them were closed, which they were. I took the drunk trailer park trash home and was happy to get on with the night.

$61 Cab Fare

My last call of the night was to the College. I arrive and the people are waiting and get in the car. The time is approximately 4:45AM

The deaf/hard of hearing woman, who was fairly attractive, informed me that they were going West and gave me the address. We get to the address and the lady goes inside and a couple minutes later comes outside and walks around the side of the house. Almost immediately after leaving the house a parent type figure appeared on the doorstep for about three seconds, looked around, then went back inside. I am not sure what happened there.

The young woman comes back from wherever she was and tells me they need to go downtown. On our way downtown her friend in the back seat was telling me jokes and I felt relaxed about the trip. The friends boyfriend in the back seat was chilling and the ride seemed OK.

We arive downtown and the hard of hearing woman pulls out around $300 from the bank machine. The meter was at around $45 at this point. She gave me $60 and the woman in the back seat asked if she could use my phone. I agreed and the women tells whoever she was talking to on the phone that she had lots of money and it was in his/her best interest to meet with them.

They decide on a meeting place and I drove there. During the ride to meet this person and probably long before I knew this was some kind of a drug deal. I mean it is 5 in the morning and these people are going all over the place. The deal takes place and they make another stop to buy smokes. I somehow asked what it was they were purchasing. The deal maker in the back seat answered sarcastically "some blue, some green, some yellow". I remember her eventually mentioning crack.

Other than the deal maker they really did not seem like the classic crackheads so I am not really sure what they bought. I am sure that whatever they bought cost them $200.

I cut the meter a little early because it was my longest trip of the night and I was having fun with them. I took them back to the College and they left me with $70 as well as a condom and some lube.

Just another one of those strange trips. I felt kinda bad for the hard of hearing woman only because I believe that the other two were taking advantage of her cash situation in buying the drugs and paying for the ride. I would honestly like to meet this deaf person sometime. I wonder if she would remember me? What does she do and why was she with these two other people? Most likely these questions will never be answered.

Full Moon, Flashbacks, or What?

I picked up this older hippy woman from a tattoo parlor in the early morning hours and she did not know where she wanted to go. She kept asking me where I thought she should go. I recommended a couple of places and she declined and told me to head North.

I start driving and this woman starts telling me to watch out for the people lying on the road. I was aware of my surroundings and there were no people around. She says "You almost ran over his head". At this point I realize this women is not well in the head. At one point during the ride there was a noise in the trunk, which happened to be my six pack of beer bouncing around. She was freaking out that there was someone in the trunk and mentioned the movie "I know what you did last Summer".

Later in the trip I was passing these pedestrians in a parking lot going approximately 5km/hr when she screamed and said that I had almost killed them.

I could not put my finger on why she was freaking out but it was genuinely entertaining. When we got to the bar she settled on she looked at me and brushed back her hair and pushed out her chest, smiled, and so on. It was obvious she was flirting with me and maybe that sort of thing works on the older drivers but I was no where near this ladies age, being only XXXXXX and the youngest cab driver working for our company I was not interested.

Soft Core Porn Shoot?

I pulled up the XXXXXX Pizza Downtown tonight at around 2:30am. There was a nice red RX-8 and a pimped out SUV in the parking lot. I am looking for my fare when I notice flashes. I look over and this woman has her skirt pulled up with her legs spread open and she was pulling at her panties and posing in a revealing way. The flashes were from the other girl taking multiple pictures.

I really do not know what exactly was happening and there was a cop right there watching as well. There was no nudity that I saw.

This was one time I was a little pissed off my fare had entered the car and wanted to leave. All I wanted to do was stay and watch the show.

Another Crack Whore

I arrive at a house in town and this crack whore stumbles out and into the cab. She was wearing men's clothing and had huge Micheal Jordan basketball sneakers on. She stutters out the address where she wants to go. I know the address is a crack house and asked if she had money to pay for the ride.

She said she did and blah blah blah... I asked to see the money and she says "My brother got a bank card, he got a bank card you know". I said "I don't give a shit if your brother has a bank card and if you don't have money for the ride you can get the fuck out right now".

She did not want to get out and I was not taking this crack whore across town for free so she could go to a crack house. I got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side where she was sitting. I opened the door and said "I don't think you heard me, get the fuck out."

She got out and asked me to wait while she went inside. I was not going to wait for her pimp or john or whatever you call them to come out and cause me more trouble so I drove off. If I trusted every crack whore that somewhere has a brother with a bank card I would be broke.

All I have is a hundred...

I hate when people go three blocks and their fare is less than $5 and they ask me if I have change for $100. When I say no they either get pissed off or pull out a smaller bill.

To all you "players" out there with a $100 bill:

1. Your fare better be over $50
2. You should tell me that is all you have so you can stop and get change somewhere
3. I am not a bank
4. Go fuck yourselves unless you satisfy number 1 or make prior arrangements with me

24 Hour Liquor Store

I went to a call tonight at an intersection near a couple of bars. I pick up a XXXXXX guy and a XXXXXX guy. The XXXXXX guy tells me to go to a certain liquor store and that they were going somewhere else after.

I informed them the liquor store was closed and that they could not get liquor anywhere tonight. The XXXXXX guy informs me that he is the owner of the liquor store and it was no problem. I was quite surprised to hear that.

Upon arriving at the liquor store he promptly pulled out his key and opened the store. Within ten seconds he was back in the cab with a 26 of rye.

We ended up making another stop so the XXXXXX guy could buy the XXXXXX guy cigarettes. I thought the pair were an unlikely match and asked the XXXXXX guy how they knew each other. He responded by saying he was behind a local bar "looking for roaches" when they met. He said it was one of the luckiest days of his life and that he had to do anything he could to become friends with the XXXXXX guy. He said that he had hit the jackpot.

I wonder what intentions the XXXXXX guy had with the XXXXXX guy. Most likely a drinking buddy, perhaps a gay sex slave. I will never know. They ended up going to the XXXXXX guys place. Probably got wasted off the rye and who knows....

UPDATE: August 29/08

I picked up this guy from the industrial area of town and he wants to go to his liquor store. That liquor store just happens to be the same liquor store the young white man had told me was his store. It turns out that the guy who said he owned the store the first time was the actually owners son.

Eating Out

I was entertained today after hearing that one of our day drivers was caught by police "eating out" some woman in the cab.

I intend to find out more details.

Crack Head Wishlist : 1. Crack 2. Crack 3. Crack

Crackheads are fucked up. It has become very entertaining to watch a crackhead get into the cab and tell me where they think they want to go. Most often they are blabbling to themselves about random shit and I believe that half the time they do not even understand what is happening around them. Other than getting more crack there is not much else on their minds.

I have tried to put myself into the crackheads shoes in an attempt at understanding the fucked up nature of this scum. If I had lost a million dollars and needed to find it fast where would I go? Back to the last place I was at, that is where. In the case of a crack head the last place they were at was a crackhouse or in an alley smoking crack. Off to the crackhouse we go because in the alley all the crack has been smoked.

In my city there are far more crackhouses than the average person would believe. I have been on many crack runs and all I see outside of the residences that I go to is a huge flashing neon sign that says "buy crack here" or "please come again, enjoy the crack you just bought".

This is my opinion of how a crackwhore thinks.... Gotta suck some cock, gotta get fucked in the ass, gotta get that hit, gotta get that hit, gotta get that hit, do what it takes, suck him off, and him, and him... Got $20 buckes in my hand, gotta get to my dealer and smoke some crack, crack crack crack crack crack. I love crack.

I love crack so much my pregnant bitch ass is going to smoke the shit until either I, or the baby dies, or both.

Customer Service - Above and Beyond

I flagged a woman from the XXXXXX Bus Depot tonight. While unloading her luggage she could not find the key she thought she had hidden outside of the door. I brought her luggage to the side of the house where she was and we could not find the key anywhere.

There was no key and somehow I volunteered to try to break into her house. I tried removing the glass from a window pane and failed. I tried prying open the kitchen window with a quarter and failed. The kitchen window idea may have worked if I had a screwdriver or other "break-in" tools. I do not have such tools.

She said she was living in the basement suite when she found an open window to the main floor suite. After some questioning from me about what was in the top floor it became apparent it was empty.

I found a chair and managed to climb up the side of the house and through a small window into a bathroom on the main floor. I made my way to the closest door and let her in.

I thought about it later that my footprints were now on the bathroom counter top and floors throughout the house and my fingerprints were all around the window and door seal. I had a good reason and if her landlord even notices I am sure I have a decent cause/defense. (Nothing taken/nothing broken).

As least she got home safely.

Reasons...

I have to laugh when I pick up crackheads at 2:30 or 3:00 in the morning and they tell me they need to go to a certain crack house and come back to where I picked them up. They do not tell me it is a crack house but I know.

The thing that cracks me up the most, no pun intended, is that these crack whores tell me things like; "I have to go and give my daughter some money", "I forgot such and such at this place", "I need to get medication for my daughter". The list goes on and on but I know for certain these crack whores are going to get crack.

The other day this bitch, I mean crack whore, actually shows me the crack that she bought and says "does this look like $40 worth to you"? Having actually never seen a baggie of crack in my life I said "I don't know and that sucks" referring to her getting ripped off, I assume.

I was quite surprised that this crack whore trusted me enough to show me the drugs that she had just bought and was complaining about how she got ripped off, she later realized that the splotch of crack was thicker than usual and made up for the smaller diameter.

I did see the drug and was amazed that people actually pay $40 for such a small amount of substance. I mean this $40 that she had probably fucked or sucked 1-4 guys for bought approximately the size of a small fingernail of crack cocaine.

"Don't call the Feds"

Last night I picked up this guy from a local pub. He asks me "how much to such and such out of town. I tell him approximately and he doesn't want to do it. He puts $20 in my hand and tells me to back around the corner of the building. I am a little weary at this point because I am not sure what the fuck is going to happen.

I decide to back around the side of the building. I ended up giving him $10 dollars back as he had requested. I had no problem with that. I drove 3 meters from where I picked him up for $10 bucks. Hell ya. At some point I realize that I am just a ploy for him to get picked up in a cab and drive him to the side of the building so he can get in his own car and drive home.

This man was clearly intoxicated and told me "don't call the feds OK" as he started his engine and proceeded to leave.

I ended up phoning 911 and gave them his licence plate number, description, and where he told me he was going. Can you be more fucking stupid? I have enough hazards to worry about besides drunk drivers and you think I am going to watch to drive off completely wasted and kill one of my colleagues or an innocent driver/family?

NO!.. I hope they caught your ass you retard. The thing that troubles me most is that you had the money for the cab ride, you were in the cab, and you still decided to drive yourself.

No Hookers for you Fucker

I picked up guy yesterday and he seemed a little fucked up. My initial instincts were that he was a crackhead. Little did I know that he was a fucked up loser that ripped me off $24.00! Did I just say "fucked up loser", well I guess I summed that up when I said "crack head".

So we were on our way to the West side from the South side and he says he wants to go downtown to check out the street. I know instantly that he is looking for a hooker and tell him there are lots of girls working tonight (There are lots of girls working every night).

I stop on the middle of the street while he tries to solicit a known prostitute. He says to this crack whore in his fucked up voice "hey baby, want to come back to my parents place and party, we can drink and get fucked up, but I can not pay you until tomorrow, " blah blah blah. As soon as the crack whore realizes he has no money she walks away. My first instinct was to ask him if he could pay for his ride because he had no money for the crack whore. He said he had a credit card and blah blah blah so I proceeded to take this 43 year old man to his parents house.

So we get to the place, I park a few houses away because he did not want to alert his parents. I process his credit card... DECLINED. I process another credit card.... DECLINED.

I am now the proud owner of this losers credit card and his ID. I will give this crack head two days to come up with my money or either I will go to the police or go to his parents house and ask that they pay for their crack whore soliciting crack addict son's cab fare. Now that I think of it two days if too long. He lied to me and I am going there before I go to work today. It should be interesting. I honestly can not wait to see the people that raised this crack head loser. I hope they are home.

You fucking asshole. It is now my obligation to completely try to embarrass you and collect my money. I will be posting his complete name and address if I do not receive payment within an acceptable amount of time, which is now eight hours too late.

FUCK YOU ASSHOLE. I THINK ALL OF YOU AND YOUR CRACK SMOKING FRIENDS CAN BURN IN HELL.


UPDATE: I did go back to his parents place and informed his father that his son owed me for a cab fare which he paid no problem. I never mentioned anything about the ride, except he did not pay. However fucked up he was, his father seemed completely normal.

Strange XXXXXX...Do They Come In Any Other Way?

I was picking up a homeless XXXXXX man yesterday. While loading his drunken ass, as well as his walker, I heard this screaming from down the street. I looked over and this large XXXXXX guy was stomping his feet in the middle of the intersection and yelling very loud that he was going to kill someone.

I ended up having to go that way because of a construction detour and while passing him he was screaming obscenities and spat on the road.

I am sure he ended up in jail; perhaps back home.

Fare Paid...

So I walked into the office the other day and the dispatcher gives me $30 and tells me some guy came in and wanted to pay me his $18 fare and was sorry it was late.

I was dumbfounded by this new found wealth. I could not think of anyone that owed me $18. A couple hours later it hit me...

..I picked up a lone male from a popular weekend bar a few weeks earlier. I drove him to his destination. Upon arrival my passenger got out of the car, started looking through his pockets, then proceeded to run through an empty field near a church.

There was no way I was going to chase him on foot so I drove down the nearest alley where I presumed he might be heading. I noticed him walking behind me so I turned around in the alley and drove towards him.

I entered onto a main roadway and witnessed him walking down the sidewalk. I approached him and pulled the car over. To my surprise he decided to get back in the car. At this point I had requested the police to come on the charges of Taxi Fraud. When the male got in I asked him why he had ran and such and such. He started talking complete gibberish about some cigars and kept asking me why was I not taking him anywhere.

The police arrived a short time later and questioned the male. I was standing outside the cab witnessing the questioning. The male could not provide the officer any identification and could not remember his own birth date. He was shortly arrested and I went on my way. Having to pay for the majority of his fare out of my own pocket.

In conclusion, if that was you that left me the $30 I appreciate that you have since sobered up and had the conscience to rectify your mistake.

In addition, I realize that when people drink they may become quite intoxicated and part of my job is to provide transportation to these individuals.

The new laws in my province of Canada may provide some relief to the binge drinking that occurs on a daily basis. I am interested in seeing the effects, if any, these stringent regulations have on local bars.

Welfare Checks Spent

Casino's, Bingo Halls, Liquor Stores, Hotels, and Crack dealers... The checks have been spent in record time...

I am sure you will survive in the meantime, from the hard working individuals spending their money on exactly the same.

Have you ever heard.. "I got my check and I want to spend $200 on my kid, but by tomorrow I will have nothing left".

I never said it but if you were not on this crack run with me then maybe you would have some money to spend on your kid. I could write a book about bad, often horrible, parenting.

Often these crack whores have children, perhaps multiple children for all I know.

Point is crack and other drugs leave a huge burden on society. One of the sad parts is the Canadian Government supports these losers by providing them a monthly check, for doing nothing.

If I was a crack addict I would definitely be looking forward to my welfare check near the end of the month. That must buy a lot of crack for some people.

In addition; My apologies for the well deserving welfare check recipients that spend the governments money wisely. I know you are few and far between.

Stoned

So I am driving down a main street in Lethbridge and I notice all of the huge flower pots located along the street have been overturned and a couple of the barrels are on the street. I look over at this gang of people, mostly males and the one guy tips over a couple of mail boxes.

Obviously on a rampage I asked my dispatcher to phone the police. The police asked me to stay with them. I watch them travelling through the alleys and cut them off on another street. One guy calmly approached the cab like he wanted to get in. I pulled away and he starts running after me. He threw a beer bottle or something which hit the car. I was on the radio saying where I was and what was happening when another cab pulled up.

The guy and his 2 buddies start threatening the other cab driver and wanted to fight him. All of a sudden these guy start throwing rocks at us. Now there is damage to both of our vehicles and we pursued these guys till the bitter end.

They were skipping through alleys and trying to lose us, but we pursued vigilantly. Every once in a while I would hear something loud hit the cab. They kept throwing rocks and small concrete blocks at our cars. The objects seemed to come out of nowhere, at this point the gang pretty much turned into 3 or 4 people. The police station is about a 28 second drive to the scene. When they arrived 45 minutes into the incident we had been ravaged by bricks, concrete, rocks, etc.

The police did catch the criminals and I am sure they are awaiting trial. I was very surprised that none of the cab windows broke but there was significant dents and paint damage to both of our cars.

They could have gotten away easily if they had not kept coming back for more.

Are You Pissing On My Cab?

I picked up a flag at a bar and took him to another bar. This XXXXXX "player" guy said he had to run into the bar to get me money. I decided to go in with him. He is standing at the ATM machine and all of a sudden he briskly proceeds to leave the bar. At this point I figured he had no money and I was not going to get paid.

I follow him outside and he is standing beside the cab. I ask him what he is doing and he says nothing. He is leaning against the car and looking down and I cannot see him that well. I walk around to the other side of the car so I can see what he is doing. The first thing out of my mouth was "What the fuck are you doing, pissing on my car"? He says, "Oh nothing, don't worry bout it"?

I didn't take it personally, I figured he really just had to go. I was upset and demanded he stop and he was pretty much finished already. I follow him back inside and he withdraws from the ATM. We are in the entrance when he gives me 20 bucks and he wants his change, so I give him 15 bucks and proceed to leave. As I am leaving I swear the bouncer thought I was selling drugs or something, but when I got into the cab he probably just laughed.

So I got my petty 5 bucks and am back on the road with a nice side of pee. I didn't wash the car untill the end of the night and no one seemed to notice that someone pissed on the car.

Just Fucked - Slow Death

I picked up this fellow from out of town last night. He opened the passenger door and passed out and fell onto the concrete pavement behind him. I asked if he was ok and he awoke quickly and said he was looking at my topsign to see what it said and lost his balance.

Unbenownced to me he had began to bleed in the car as I took him into the main city.

He did not bleed very much but I still had to pause my night to clean off the blood of this severe alcoholic. The entire way back to town I had to have my window open just to offset the smell of SHIT and PISS and LIQUOR. He was fucked and to be honest I felt bad for him about the things that he said to me that had affected his life.

Note to anyone reading this; Please shower at least once a month.

After the trip and cleaning off his blood I was almost ready to puke myself.

90 Days in Jail

I picked up at a local bar in town and the "gentleman" wanted to go out to one of the local XXXXXX Reserves. When I say gentleman, I mean he kicked his woman crack whore out of the car because she did not want to go with him to the reserve (I often wonder what happened to her that night, but could honestly care less). I explained that it was a flat rate fare and that I was not able to take him onto the reserve, only to the reserve.

We puttered around town making a couple of stops and he was refused liquor at 2 liquor retailers and to make a long story short we are at the reserve boundaries....

...he tells me where to go on the reserve, I explain again to him that I will not go onto the reserve. We get into a heated argument because it had previously rained that evening and the road was muddy. As if the XXXXXX Reserve would actually put ashphalt or concrete roads on their property. Their money is better placed into casinos and liquor establishments, as I have noticed.

During our heated argument I gave "XXXXXX Guy" two options; 1 get the fuck out and walk from here, 2 I am driving back to town. IG tells me to drive back to town, which I proceed to do, IG grabs the wheel and sends my cab to the right of the road.

We are at the bottom of a coulee and my cab radio and cell phone had no reception. I had already tried to phone the police at this point and my phone was only beeping, trying to get through.

At this point IG accused me of stealing his mickey of vodka, which of course I did not do. He refused to get out of the cab until I did because he thought I would take off on him. I got out and told him to get out and look for his liquor, which I was sure that he had misplaced. While I was out of the car he got out as well, at that point I jumped back in the car, put it in drive, and floored it in an effort to get the hell out of there.

Somehow IG managed to fall back in the cab and grabbed the wheel again putting the cab close to the ditch. I knew I would not be able to maneuver the coulee with IG steering me off course.

At that point he was in the car with me and I was yelling at him, he then said that he was going to kill me and scalp me on the side of the road, all the while having his right hand in his coat pocket. I took him very seriously at this point, I decided it was in my best interest to get out of the car right away, which I did. I remember walking up the hill away from the scene trying to get a hold of the police. I looked back at the cab and could not see anything, It was night and pitched black.

I kept stopping only to listen if he was following me, when I realized no one was following me I finally got a hold of the police, the city police, I told them generally what happened and where I was and the dispatcher put me on hold to transfer me to the RCMP, because I was out of the city limits. At this point my phone was dying and when I got a hold of the RCMP I again told them where I was, the last thing I remember saying to the RCMP dispatcher was "do you need any more information" and my phone died.

It turned out that they had no idea where I really was. The dispatcher at our taxi office eventually phoned the police which I believe led to them finally finding me. After walking approximately 4km in the dark and not knowing if IG was still there I was not turning back. At one point I thought that the police thought I was just pranking them.

Finally what felt like 1.5 hours later an RCMP cruiser drover by me and picked me up.

Long story short the RCMP got a warrant from Calgary and busted IG in his home. I was later picked up by a taxi and drove home from the office. I was later called to identify the suspect. I went out to the scene and positively identified the suspect. I later picked up my six pack of beer.

Some facts are missing from this story, due to me being tired, and these facts will be added soon.

Cross Dressing Freak Father of Two "he/she"

I can not understand how a father of one child, with another on the way, would alter his apearance to look more like a woman.

I picked up from a local mall a male and female couple (not the first time I have had these customers). The male was wearing a low-cut black t-shirt, completely exposing his fat belly. His shirt was obviously stuffed with something in order to make his boobs look more like a womans.

The freak had medium blond hair and wore no underwear under the tight blue jeans "he/she" was wearing. Maybe I am a little out of touch but I do not understand why a man would stuff his shirt to make his boobs look bigger and walk around the mall dressed like a teenage slut, all the while, with his girlfriend.

He spoke normal, but was dressed like a 13 year old girl. I hope your children turn out ok. When you explained to me that the XXXXXX Shelter told you to go back home and would not support you because you had no plan for normal entry into society; a job, a plan, a goal, ect. perhaps they were right.

You fucking idiot, you have no job, one child and one on the way, you dress like you want to get fucked up the ass and you expect to get a job while living with the grandmother of your child? I am sorry, you seem like a nice guy to talk with, but WHAT THE FUCK. Lose the stuffed bra and makeup and become the real father of your children. Leave the crossdressing slutty teenage girl outfit for the bedroom with your fat ass girlfriend.

P.S. You should think twice about spending $80 on your freak ass hair cut and spend the money on your KID. I feel bad for grandma giving you money so you can spend it on becomming more of a transexual crossdressing freak while she babysits your kid.

My point is, get your priorities straight.

Update:

I have recently been informed by another driver that the surgery needed to be performed before this guy "officially" becomes a woman will be subsidized by the Alberta Government. What? I forget the reasoning behind it other than mental wellbeing but as taxpayers we are paying for guys to have their dicks chopped off and some surgical hole inserted. I am outraged.

Crack Whore in Action

I get a call to a house where a bunch of crazy people live (AKA the XXXXXX). I arrive and some guy comes out and tells me he will be right there. I am waiting and waiting and this known crack whore comes around the corner followed by some guy. Her pants are unbuttoned and her zipper down. Her snatch was completely exposed to any onlooker, especially me. The guy asks if I am hired and since that douche bag made me wait forever I said I would take them.

On our way he starts telling her how he is going to fuck her in the ass and how he wants to shave her snatch in the coulees. The whole way he was feeling her up and making out with her. He said he couldn't wait to hit the pipe.

He obviously solicited her as a prostitute. Hope you double wrapped that one buddy.

Afraid Girl Linked to Suspected Stabbing

I had just finished dropping off a fare at around 3:00Am and pulled a u-turn and started driving the other way. At the next intersection a young woman waved me down and I pulled over. She wanted me to call the police and looked very afraid. I asked her why she wanted me to call the police and she told me the she had no money, had to get away from her mother, and was too scared to walk to where she was going. I radioed dispatch to call the police and they were hesitant. I told dispatch to forget about it and took the young woman to where she wanted to go. I could tell that she was quite frightened. I was more than happy to help her out. She looked like she was around thirteen. I asked what her name was and tried to relax her a bit.



I dropped her off and she waited for her to enter the residence, which she did. Very shortly after I heard another driver say that there was a lot of police action at the same intersection where I picked up this young girl. I figured it was not a coincidence and went back to the intersection where I picked her up from. There were a few police cars and an EMT Fire Rescue as well. The police had the canine unit there and I saw them prepping the dog (or whatever the dog was doing, I am not sure). I asked if they were looking for someone and informed the officer of the girl that I drove away from the area. He told me to give my statement to another officer, which I did. I asked the officer why they were there and he told me there was a suspected stabbing but they could not find the victim.



It really got me thinking, did that girl stab someone, was she stabbed and I just didn't realize it. Why were the police called and what was her involvement. I guess the cops were there for a good four hours.



I really wish that I knew more of what happened there and how that girl might have been involved. If I hear anything about it I will be sure to post.

Leaker

I was flagged for a job near a convience store and I had taken these people to a bar earlier and had no troubles. I thought nothing of it. When we got to their house they all start walking off. I yell that they owe me money and this native guy comes back to the cab and gives me a couple bucks. I tell him that is not enough and I would take his watch as collateral. I looked in the backseat and this guys buddy pissed his pants and it was all over the seat. I got pissed off, he gave me his worthless piece of shit watch and I yelled at his buddy in front of his girlfriends "thanks for pissing all over the back seat asshole". I bet he didn't get laid that night.

I drove around for 40 minutes trying to find a car wash with a shampoo vac.

Manipulating Crack Whore Bitch

Sometime in the evening daylight hours I slowed down to allow a young woman to walk across a crosswalk. She started walking and came up to my door and so I pulled over and she got in (I should have known better). She introduced herself to me and started balling about how she lives out of town and her mother would not come and get her. It went on and on that she had no place to stay, had no money, and she really needed my help. She was pleading with me to help her.

She was pretty convincing to be honest, especially with her sob story. I somehow agreed to take her to her friends house and drive her friend somewhere so that my passenger would have a place to stay. I drove to a known crackhouse and waited for this girl, she came back with two chicken wings and was eating them. She informed me that she was not allowed to stay there.

I offered to pay for her to get to the shelter. She wanted to go to a scuzzy hotel downtown instead. I started the meter and told her I would pay for her ride (dispatch was wondering what was going on at this point). As we were driving to the hotel she asks me to stop at the liquor store! I was pissed, here I was thinking I was helping this women and paying for her ride out of my own pocket and the only thing on her mind was to get liqour. Because I was paying for her ride I declined her stop and took her directly to the hotel.

She completely had me in the palm of her hand. I let her use my personal cell phone, I paid for her ride, she wanted me to give her a cigarette when we got to the hotel and to use my phone again. I said no and drove off.

Manipulating Crack Whore Bitch.

Update:

I got a call to a hotel and guess who happens to be the fare. This same lady got in and started giving me the same sob story that had once convinced me to help her out. I explained that I was not impressed about the last time and said if she didn't have any money she was not going anywhere with me. It was 4:00 in the morning. What the hell are you doing trying to find a way home/somewhere else at that time of night. She said she had no money but wanted me to pull around the building. I said I didn't think so and she got out. So what if I had pulled around the building, out of view of the lobby attendant? Maybe she would have said I had assaulted her and blah blah blah.

6 Pack of Beer

I was walking into a liquor store late last night and an older XXXXXX woman was standing at the entrance to the store. As much as I was trying to ignore her she managed to get my attention and said "Can you buy me a six-pack". I told her to "fuck off". People have asked me for change, smokes, etc., but never a six-pack of beer. I just could not believe it, who in their right mind would actually buy a crack whore a six pack of beer. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind helping out someone in need, but not so they can get drunk.

Please note that from now on all women who are jobless/homeless/abusing the system/hookers/etc. will be refered to as Crack Whores. In my town, as in many others I am sure, the majority of this population are XXXXXX.

Flashed

I picked up a woman and two men from a hotel. The woman sat in the front seat and said "it's my thirty-seventh birthday today". I said "happy birthday!". She then lifted up her shirt and exposed her breasts to me while saying "how do these look for thirty-seven". I said "they look great" all the while wishing that I had never seen the sagging skin flaps on this long over due woman. For all I know she was over 50. I was lost for words. First time I have been flashed driving a cab.

Her son and husband in the back seet never said a word the whole trip.