Sunday 2am-2pm shift. Always a good time. To start out I went straight over to Seamless which is around the corner from our yard. Memorial Day weekend, and the thugs from Cali were in town. I get up to load and six dudes and a chick try to get in the cab, I tell em only five and it's off to a rough start. These cheap bastards were only going to Bally's (~$10) I told them it would not be too much to take two cabs, but they weren't hearing it. One stayed behind so on the hope that I could swing them to the Rhino I took the six of them in the cab.
The group was a Mexican guy and four Black guys with an Asian chick. All of them were bling'd out with the shades and the jewelry.. after telling them about other clubs they decided to go back to their hotel. The Mexican was drunk and belligerent and sat in the front. Anyways I was ready to fucking kill this guy by the time we get to the hotel. The fare is $10.10 I get out to open the doors, they are dragging and digging in their pockets to get out the money, and one at a time they produce some wrinkled up dollars and they hand em over, the mexican is saying "you ain't getting shit for a tip" and I was like I don't give a shit just give me the money and get the fuck out of here. (I did care though I guess)... So they give me $10 and walk away and at this point I'm so sick of these fools, I turn around and realize they owe me TEN CENTS MORE. ..
(205am and there are plenty of people waiting for a taxi with no taxi's, I'm the only one there and I'm unloading these fools)
So I turn around and yell out for everyone to hear...YOU SEE THESE LOWLIFES? THEY CAN'T EVEN PAY THEIR TAXI FARE. THEY OWE ME TEN CENTS MORE. The people in line are like WTF??? So one starts to dig in his pocket and walks over and hands me two nickels and walks away, the mexican has what appears to be a penny and he's about to walk over and hand me my "tip" when I take the ten cents and throw it at their feet and call them all cheap bastards.
I get in the cab and pull up ten feet to load someone else.. the taxi attendant says "man, you got those guys good".. but did I really? I didn't feel to good about it but it was so busy, (18 rides in the first four hours) that I didn't dwell on it too much after that. However these are the kinds of rides and incidents that increases the taxi drivers chances of being shot in the back.
On Sundays I have a black medallion which is good only until 2pm Sunday. I just got done dropping off a very young, very cute, Dominican girl at the Hilton, who was out all night until 145pm partying at the Palms. She was from Miami and was used to the 'fast-life' so I figure it's my last ride and it's time to head back, but along the way back a taxi attendant is whistling for a cab, and after I drive by I do a U-turn and try to squeeze one more ride in. I pull up to the Marriott and the TA calls out three young black chicks from the lobby and brings out their cart with all their crap in it.
They have six pieces of luggage, three garbage bags filled with shit, and another four bags from M&M World (at MGM). I load em up and they tell me their destination and it turns out it's just down the street from the yard. Pretty perfect. Along the way, they ask questions about different construction projects, clubs, etc and I (as always) answer and carry on nice small talk with them.
We get to their new motel/hotel and the fare is $16.30, I open the side doors for them and unload their crap to the curb. One pays me $20 and I give them $3 change (I don't expect a tip from them) I turn around and close the cargo door and I come around and one is talking to another (the third went inside) and I hear "where's my seventy cents?" ...
For the first time in over 2000 rides do I hear somebody ask for their full change back. I was like "excuse me?. . . you want your seventy cents?" before they can answer I continue on,
-was I not polite and professional? (she nods yes)
-did I not unload all of your bags? (she nods yes)
-was I rude at any point in this ride? (she nods no)
-you want your seventy cents? okay, I got your seventy cents.
So I reach into the cab and into my bag to dig out some change, but I then decide on a different course of action...
-instead of your seventy cents i'll give you a dollar back instead.
So I take a dollar and throw it at the ground as I get in the cab and shut the door.
-here's your dollar and you can keep the change (ho's)
-this is the big city girls you have to act like you belong here
-enjoy the rest of your time out here
At this moment the third walks out and is like WTF ..
-you three need to get some class (I glance down at the ground and the dollar is already gone)
3rd: what's going on?
-ask your friend.
and I drove off. My only regret is that I didn't rip ~70% of the dollar and throw that on the ground and then throw the remaining 30% and yell out KEEP THE CHANGE as I burn rubber back to the yard.
<----Asshole
5/27/08
FOTD XXIII - $100 Tip
Got my first one hundred dollar tip. I was hustling and taking RC's wherever I could and ended up taking a call up North. After driving ten plus miles to pick up a company charge (fares that are paid for by different companies including logisticare, social security, bureau of disability, clark county DA, and others) which ended up being a real short ride (<$7) I was stuck up North.
I call in to get a call, and low and behold there's a call less than one mile from my location. I call her up and tell her my '20' and that I'll be there in less than three minutes. Upon arrival I again call her and she comes out and starts thanking me over and over. Eliz@beth is her name and she is a blond knockout that's very tall, slender and very pretty. She also appears to have one huge tit.
She comes in and tells me how she called another company that would not go out there to pick her up due to her location and how grateful she was that I was able to pick her up. Blah blah blah, she wants to go to a cosmetic surgeon that's way down in South LV. She admits to being on multiple valiums and our conversation benefits from that fact. Two days prior her left breast exploded and she needs a ride to get a replacement implant.
Long story short she says her husband (of thirteen years) was at a charity golf tournament (he's a combat specialist, and other law enforcement groups are out there) and he was not able to take her. Oh yeah and she's a totally nude dancer at the 'World Famous' Palomino Club in NorthTown. She says she can make 1k-3k a day when it's good and crap on other days.
We get to the location and her fare is $50.90 and she gives me $151.. w00t! I was like thanks babe, you're the best, she asks for my # to call when she gets out and I'm like totally down for dat. She never does call and her husband must of picked her up. It was sick though yo.
With regards to her husband not giving her a ride in the first place, the tournament started at 7am, her appointment to get in wasn't until the next day, at 9am the Dr. called her and said they could fit her in at noon. She was 'slightly annoyed' that he couldn't give her a ride, but she understood. What a good girl.
I call in to get a call, and low and behold there's a call less than one mile from my location. I call her up and tell her my '20' and that I'll be there in less than three minutes. Upon arrival I again call her and she comes out and starts thanking me over and over. Eliz@beth is her name and she is a blond knockout that's very tall, slender and very pretty. She also appears to have one huge tit.
She comes in and tells me how she called another company that would not go out there to pick her up due to her location and how grateful she was that I was able to pick her up. Blah blah blah, she wants to go to a cosmetic surgeon that's way down in South LV. She admits to being on multiple valiums and our conversation benefits from that fact. Two days prior her left breast exploded and she needs a ride to get a replacement implant.
Long story short she says her husband (of thirteen years) was at a charity golf tournament (he's a combat specialist, and other law enforcement groups are out there) and he was not able to take her. Oh yeah and she's a totally nude dancer at the 'World Famous' Palomino Club in NorthTown. She says she can make 1k-3k a day when it's good and crap on other days.
We get to the location and her fare is $50.90 and she gives me $151.. w00t! I was like thanks babe, you're the best, she asks for my # to call when she gets out and I'm like totally down for dat. She never does call and her husband must of picked her up. It was sick though yo.
With regards to her husband not giving her a ride in the first place, the tournament started at 7am, her appointment to get in wasn't until the next day, at 9am the Dr. called her and said they could fit her in at noon. She was 'slightly annoyed' that he couldn't give her a ride, but she understood. What a good girl.
5/12/08
FOTD XXII - Is She A Stripper?
After a terrible beginning to the day in which I booked only five miles on the meter out of one hundred driven, things were picking up when I decided to stage at the MGM Signature. I get the call to Tower 1 and pick up an older gentleman who asks to go to the Charles Schwab office in Summerlin (~$40).
He is retired and lives in the MGM in one of their condo units on the 26th floor. I asked as to whether or not he owns gold stocks and he said only bonds and money market. At his age it's all about preserving capital, I imagine he has millions in the bank and lives very comfortably off the interest. About $25 into the ride he gets a txt msg and he says "we need to go back, my car just crashed."
From what I could gather, it turns out that he lent his 645i BWM to an unidentified female and she crashed it. He calls her up and and is very delicate with what he says and how he says it.
-I don't care about the car, are you okay?
-We made a good couple.
-Tell me where you are and we can go get the car.
-Why don't you just tell me where you are?
-Let's give it another chance, if you don't like how things are going that's fine, you know me.
-We can go on a trip somewhere and see how things turn out.
-Why don't you tell me where you are? I can come over and pick you up.
-Where is the car?
-Why don't you tell me where the car is?
-Where are you at? Please tell me where you are?
LOL, it was definitely F'd up for that dude. So we return and the meter says $38.50, this kind of sums up my day... close to a big ride with a possible RT (roundtrip), close to a journey to pick up ex-gf and then to go where the car's at... but alas just a return trip.
This chick though, she must of stolen the car or was drunk/drugged out, the answers she was giving to where the car was included
-In the alley
-On the 15
-Under the 15 in a ditch
-Near the 57 (which does not exist)
The old guy held it together pretty well though, after getting the run around so much I'm surprised he didn't blow up at her, i.e.
LOOK BIT*H, WHERE THE F*CK IS THE F*CK*NG CAR YOU F*CK*NG WHORE.
He is retired and lives in the MGM in one of their condo units on the 26th floor. I asked as to whether or not he owns gold stocks and he said only bonds and money market. At his age it's all about preserving capital, I imagine he has millions in the bank and lives very comfortably off the interest. About $25 into the ride he gets a txt msg and he says "we need to go back, my car just crashed."
From what I could gather, it turns out that he lent his 645i BWM to an unidentified female and she crashed it. He calls her up and and is very delicate with what he says and how he says it.
-I don't care about the car, are you okay?
-We made a good couple.
-Tell me where you are and we can go get the car.
-Why don't you just tell me where you are?
-Let's give it another chance, if you don't like how things are going that's fine, you know me.
-We can go on a trip somewhere and see how things turn out.
-Why don't you tell me where you are? I can come over and pick you up.
-Where is the car?
-Why don't you tell me where the car is?
-Where are you at? Please tell me where you are?
LOL, it was definitely F'd up for that dude. So we return and the meter says $38.50, this kind of sums up my day... close to a big ride with a possible RT (roundtrip), close to a journey to pick up ex-gf and then to go where the car's at... but alas just a return trip.
This chick though, she must of stolen the car or was drunk/drugged out, the answers she was giving to where the car was included
-In the alley
-On the 15
-Under the 15 in a ditch
-Near the 57 (which does not exist)
The old guy held it together pretty well though, after getting the run around so much I'm surprised he didn't blow up at her, i.e.
LOOK BIT*H, WHERE THE F*CK IS THE F*CK*NG CAR YOU F*CK*NG WHORE.
5/11/08
FOTD XXI - Summer Has Arrived Part I
It's hot tonight and this damn cricket is keeping me from opening the window. My Geo shift starts in a few hours and it's hot, did I mention that already. With temperatures forecasted to be 100 + this week, summer has arrived.
My favorite '66' shift was earlier today and boy what a doozy. I got a three pack to the clubs but that kind of pales to two rides in particular that I had. Looking back at my favorite rides that I've had since driving, one thing they all have in common is my van overflowing with young beautiful drunk women.
So I'm at the Venetian and get waived up from the back of the line (because I hold five, and sedans hold four) it looked like I would be taking four + luggage to the airport but they waive me up further and I pick up a party of five girls. They get in and the one who sits up front seems to usually be the drunkest and the most interactive. Bachelorette party and they're coming out of Tao, which was preceded by Thunder Down Under. The one in the front is trying to get the rest of the girls to head to the Rhino (clubs don't usually allow groups of all girls to enter unless they are accompanied by guys) some want to go others don't. They are headed back home to the Luxor, a few lights down the street they have me flip around so they can try and get some guys to go with them - which I'm more than down for (5x30+2/3x50)! But the rest of the group nixes that so we head back towards the Luxor.
The one in the front is str8 in heat and ready to go. She commented that after watching the male strippers she was ready to F*ck, that she was ready to just start sitting on things and f*cking em. I could of thrown out "cab driver" but I kind of think that's harassment. Since the club was a no go (and since they wanted to see women), I calmly suggested (and mentally pictured) that the five of them go back to their room and they should all take a bath together. Anyways as we get to the Luxor, the chick in the front (as we pass a huge limo) exclaims "I want to get f*cked in that limo right now".
My favorite '66' shift was earlier today and boy what a doozy. I got a three pack to the clubs but that kind of pales to two rides in particular that I had. Looking back at my favorite rides that I've had since driving, one thing they all have in common is my van overflowing with young beautiful drunk women.
So I'm at the Venetian and get waived up from the back of the line (because I hold five, and sedans hold four) it looked like I would be taking four + luggage to the airport but they waive me up further and I pick up a party of five girls. They get in and the one who sits up front seems to usually be the drunkest and the most interactive. Bachelorette party and they're coming out of Tao, which was preceded by Thunder Down Under. The one in the front is trying to get the rest of the girls to head to the Rhino (clubs don't usually allow groups of all girls to enter unless they are accompanied by guys) some want to go others don't. They are headed back home to the Luxor, a few lights down the street they have me flip around so they can try and get some guys to go with them - which I'm more than down for (5x30+2/3x50)! But the rest of the group nixes that so we head back towards the Luxor.
The one in the front is str8 in heat and ready to go. She commented that after watching the male strippers she was ready to F*ck, that she was ready to just start sitting on things and f*cking em. I could of thrown out "cab driver" but I kind of think that's harassment. Since the club was a no go (and since they wanted to see women), I calmly suggested (and mentally pictured) that the five of them go back to their room and they should all take a bath together. Anyways as we get to the Luxor, the chick in the front (as we pass a huge limo) exclaims "I want to get f*cked in that limo right now".
FOTD XXI - Summer Has Arrived Part II
The second part of this ridiculously long entry is about this 34 year old woman I picked up at the Wynn. I just got done dropping off five stinking drunk Brits whom I picked up at the British pub, Crown & Anchor (where these wankers go early in the morning to watch football and get piss drunk). Nice group of guys really, the one in the front seat (remember, always the drunkest) was clutching what was left of their $500 bottle of grey goose. On a side note these Brits when they come out here have tons of money to spend, they said they spent $1500 quid just on entry for the five of them to get into Tryst (Wynn's nightclub). Enough about them
After clearing them in the back entrance of the Wynn (which is the entrance for the VIPs and Tower Suites), the valet guy asks if I can take this woman I say of course and I grab her suitcase (definitely some type of gucci or really expensive bag) and put it in the back, open the door for her and close it after she gets in. I assume the airport but she says we're going to head out towards Lake Las Vegas. Woo Hoo it's known as the furthest ride in the city and my first one out that way, it's towards Boulder City and Lake Mead. Generally $60 from the airport. blah blah blah
So this chick is gorgeous, 34 years old and it seems very wealthy. She is ready to spill the beans. Her husband took her out the Wynn for mothers day.
-She's been married for 11 years.
-Step mother to his 14 year old son.
-The Wynn is the only hotel she goes to and gambles at.
-She mentioned something about knowing the owners wife and all the employees there.
-Her husband made a huge scene Sat. and embarrassed her and made her cry.
Her husbands cousin + friend came into town for this past weekend (the cousin is a young girl celebrating her 21st birthday) so he set it all up and got the rooms and the poolside cabana. So while at the pool yesterday, the husband blew up cuz his gorgeous, young, firm, beautiful, refined, stellar wife supposedly bent over (while topless) and leaned in for someone to light her cigarette and he str8 went Richter. Caused a huge scene and stormed out of the pool area.
So this chick, goes on and on about how their marriage is over... and some of the other stuff her husband did which includes...
-Shutting off all her credit cards.
-Taking her 'Maserati' home, basically stranding her at the wynn.
-Returning in 'his' 'Bentley' and giving her a five minute window to leave the hotel or he was leaving her there.
So I'm obviously thinking this chick better give me a huge tip like keep the change for a C-Note. She goes on and says she has 20 horses on her property, six acres developed and six undeveloped, she bought it back in the day for $400K and now it's worth near $10MM... how she's going to Cali and spend time with mum ... Did I mention she was fricking hot.. like hollywood hot.
(I did come up with a fine joke, when asking her which route she'd like to take she said paradise to the 215 and it should take about 20 minutes, after she mentioned she had a Maz, I chimed in that it would take 20 minutes in a Maz but 30 minutes in a Van with 270k miles on it - har har har har - considering her state of mind / marriage it's possible that made her moist)
We get to the house and it is indeed an incredible property with a terrific view of the las vegas valley I drop her off, the fare amount is $49 and obviously she only has $100 bills .. she asks for change and asks for $40 back.. not bad but really, shouldn't she of let me keep the change?
After clearing them in the back entrance of the Wynn (which is the entrance for the VIPs and Tower Suites), the valet guy asks if I can take this woman I say of course and I grab her suitcase (definitely some type of gucci or really expensive bag) and put it in the back, open the door for her and close it after she gets in. I assume the airport but she says we're going to head out towards Lake Las Vegas. Woo Hoo it's known as the furthest ride in the city and my first one out that way, it's towards Boulder City and Lake Mead. Generally $60 from the airport. blah blah blah
So this chick is gorgeous, 34 years old and it seems very wealthy. She is ready to spill the beans. Her husband took her out the Wynn for mothers day.
-She's been married for 11 years.
-Step mother to his 14 year old son.
-The Wynn is the only hotel she goes to and gambles at.
-She mentioned something about knowing the owners wife and all the employees there.
-Her husband made a huge scene Sat. and embarrassed her and made her cry.
Her husbands cousin + friend came into town for this past weekend (the cousin is a young girl celebrating her 21st birthday) so he set it all up and got the rooms and the poolside cabana. So while at the pool yesterday, the husband blew up cuz his gorgeous, young, firm, beautiful, refined, stellar wife supposedly bent over (while topless) and leaned in for someone to light her cigarette and he str8 went Richter. Caused a huge scene and stormed out of the pool area.
So this chick, goes on and on about how their marriage is over... and some of the other stuff her husband did which includes...
-Shutting off all her credit cards.
-Taking her 'Maserati' home, basically stranding her at the wynn.
-Returning in 'his' 'Bentley' and giving her a five minute window to leave the hotel or he was leaving her there.
So I'm obviously thinking this chick better give me a huge tip like keep the change for a C-Note. She goes on and says she has 20 horses on her property, six acres developed and six undeveloped, she bought it back in the day for $400K and now it's worth near $10MM... how she's going to Cali and spend time with mum ... Did I mention she was fricking hot.. like hollywood hot.
(I did come up with a fine joke, when asking her which route she'd like to take she said paradise to the 215 and it should take about 20 minutes, after she mentioned she had a Maz, I chimed in that it would take 20 minutes in a Maz but 30 minutes in a Van with 270k miles on it - har har har har - considering her state of mind / marriage it's possible that made her moist)
We get to the house and it is indeed an incredible property with a terrific view of the las vegas valley I drop her off, the fare amount is $49 and obviously she only has $100 bills .. she asks for change and asks for $40 back.. not bad but really, shouldn't she of let me keep the change?
5/1/08
FOTD XX - Handi Van II
Coming out of the airport I got a call that so and so needed two handicap vans at this address. I volunteered for one and was told to report back if they needed a second. I meet them outside their apartment complex and these two (husband and wife) look to be the oldest people I've ever seen. The wife is crawling slowly in a scooter and her husband is holding on to the back and shuffling along.
I load em up and they tell me they are headed to the bank. This is only the second time that they've ever taken a taxi. Long story short, she is 80 he is 79, they were married 59 years ago, no children, he had a stroke 9 years ago, and she fell down 3 years ago and since then they've both had scooters. They usually go down the street to Walgreen's for grocery shopping where they can buy frozen dinners and canned food. They have not been to a grocery store or eaten fresh vegetables or fruits in the 3 years since she's been hurt. So I offer to take them to the grocery store at first they decline but after they come out of the bank they changed their mind and we head to the store. I offer to go in there with them if they want to get tons of crap but she declines. We go to Vons, I wait about 20 minutes, they come out and they bought 2 frozen mexcian dinners (Walgreen's doesn't carry those), 3 tomatoes, 3 apples and 4 bananas. Life is good.
Towards the end of the day I get another call for a handicap van. It's somewhat far away and with the traffic so it takes me a little to get there. I arrive at this dentist office and the staff is waiting for me to pick my passenger up so they can close. This lady is missing a right leg, a right forearm and hand, her right eye (she tells me later) and is or has been severely burnt across all of her right side of her body and most of her left side. Long story short, she wants to go home get her husband go to the bank (he got $2400 in back unemployment benefits direct deposited) then go to Red Lobster. Along the way to pick him up (she leaves her scooter at home and they both change) she says her husband is mildly retarded, she recounts how she met him at a job they both had and how he proposed to her in front of everyone in the office.
We pick him up and he does seem slow but otherwise normal, we go to the bank and it's closed (after 5pm) along the way she decides that they are no longer going to Red Lobster that they have to go to Wednesday bible study and he is going to have to give Tithe. He's goes to the ATM and she mentions that he's probably trying to take out the entire amount so I walk up there and he is in fact trying to take out the entire $2400 so I help him out and he takes out $500. He gets back in and she starts to quote verse and passages to him (he is reluctant to Tithe) she is a very powerful preacher and it's just a crazy scene. The church is clear on the other side of town so in the end it's a $77 ride and I end up dropping them off at the Panda Express across their church.
She told me along the way that 20 years ago she was in a terrible car accident and car fire. Her husband left her (and her young child) 5 weeks after the accident. What a tough life but she's made the best of it.
I load em up and they tell me they are headed to the bank. This is only the second time that they've ever taken a taxi. Long story short, she is 80 he is 79, they were married 59 years ago, no children, he had a stroke 9 years ago, and she fell down 3 years ago and since then they've both had scooters. They usually go down the street to Walgreen's for grocery shopping where they can buy frozen dinners and canned food. They have not been to a grocery store or eaten fresh vegetables or fruits in the 3 years since she's been hurt. So I offer to take them to the grocery store at first they decline but after they come out of the bank they changed their mind and we head to the store. I offer to go in there with them if they want to get tons of crap but she declines. We go to Vons, I wait about 20 minutes, they come out and they bought 2 frozen mexcian dinners (Walgreen's doesn't carry those), 3 tomatoes, 3 apples and 4 bananas. Life is good.
Towards the end of the day I get another call for a handicap van. It's somewhat far away and with the traffic so it takes me a little to get there. I arrive at this dentist office and the staff is waiting for me to pick my passenger up so they can close. This lady is missing a right leg, a right forearm and hand, her right eye (she tells me later) and is or has been severely burnt across all of her right side of her body and most of her left side. Long story short, she wants to go home get her husband go to the bank (he got $2400 in back unemployment benefits direct deposited) then go to Red Lobster. Along the way to pick him up (she leaves her scooter at home and they both change) she says her husband is mildly retarded, she recounts how she met him at a job they both had and how he proposed to her in front of everyone in the office.
We pick him up and he does seem slow but otherwise normal, we go to the bank and it's closed (after 5pm) along the way she decides that they are no longer going to Red Lobster that they have to go to Wednesday bible study and he is going to have to give Tithe. He's goes to the ATM and she mentions that he's probably trying to take out the entire amount so I walk up there and he is in fact trying to take out the entire $2400 so I help him out and he takes out $500. He gets back in and she starts to quote verse and passages to him (he is reluctant to Tithe) she is a very powerful preacher and it's just a crazy scene. The church is clear on the other side of town so in the end it's a $77 ride and I end up dropping them off at the Panda Express across their church.
She told me along the way that 20 years ago she was in a terrible car accident and car fire. Her husband left her (and her young child) 5 weeks after the accident. What a tough life but she's made the best of it.
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