tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61283607539197696562024-02-19T12:17:14.436-05:00MD CabbieThe Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-25987899670357045102011-05-04T15:26:00.005-04:002011-06-20T22:30:31.227-04:00Now You Can't Get a Cab<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQvx5ysGVADOgQT_p2igbW1rP_QrgkaSTDQ1-R3F-EaPYFA-YNQ8IXWg7f3aIULjdpdIE9WkhMlPEd1TlEkxbVe4TNfBn2iTCJrnjvu0JruFMTNYb0ESrjidiJcF4fw067xmDlD2HUV8/s1600/hispanicman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQvx5ysGVADOgQT_p2igbW1rP_QrgkaSTDQ1-R3F-EaPYFA-YNQ8IXWg7f3aIULjdpdIE9WkhMlPEd1TlEkxbVe4TNfBn2iTCJrnjvu0JruFMTNYb0ESrjidiJcF4fw067xmDlD2HUV8/s200/hispanicman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620418191603457842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />So I pull up to the station and one regular Hispanic rider and his friend are waiting. They come to the cab and get in bitchin that they can't get a cab and the new independent drivers won't pick them up!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS!! Are they stealin the black mans plight?!The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-41381403022812096952011-04-10T18:33:00.002-04:002011-04-27T15:02:22.516-04:00The TipperIt was another nice night and not much action. I was on the phone and someone got in the back of my car. I look back and his eyes were bloodshot and was drunk as shit. He told me the station manager would not let him ride the train, but he needed to get home or to as least Addison Road where there were no metro police. He asked me how much, i said probably about $15.00. He said he didn't have that much, so I said "you short then, you need to find another way. He said he had $10.00 I told him that wasn't enough, that wouldn't even cover gas, he was I love you baby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">passin</span> in and out of his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">drunkenness</span>. So we argue and he is about to get out and I wave a guy who is waiting over to get in the car.<br /><br />The drunk guy gets out and leaves the door open and the other guy comes around the other side to get in. The drunk guys talks to him a but and they both get back in. I asked <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sober</span> guy does he got him and he hands me some money. So I pull off and ask them where they are going. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sober</span> guy was going to Palmer Park and the drunk was going to Addison Road. The Drunk guy was in the back shaken his head back and forth real hard to the music, I mean if he hit the glass he would have been unconscious <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">askin</span> me can I turn it up and just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">actin</span> crazy, so we get close the to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sober</span> guys house and he says, you can take him first. He probably new something was up with the guy, later in the ride he even reached through the glass and rubbed my shoulder.<br /><br />Anyway we get to Addison road I drop him off and start back towards the nice guys house. He ask me how much it would be and I said I wouldn't charge him anything extra, cause he gave me the $20.00 bill up front. I drop him off and that was that. I went to the gas station and pulled the money out, why did the guy give me a $50.00 bill, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">WTF</span>. I felt terrible because I didn't look at the bill when he gave it to me I knew it wasn't a 5.00 or a 10.00 bill. So I got gas and stopped for food (because that is important - cause this ass needs more fat (sarcasm)). I went back to the guys house to give him $30.00 back. After the hell of getting him out, he came out and I explained that I didn't realize he had given me a $50.00. He says oh I don't mind <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">tippin</span>, I looked at and said " that was a big tip" and gave him the $30.00 and started to walk away he said at least keep $10.00".<br /><br />He was a really nice guy, some poor woman is abusing the shit out his ass! I just hope it wasn't that loud mouth bitch that came to the door, he can do so much better.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-3791599263024767302011-04-06T17:28:00.003-04:002011-04-06T18:01:07.118-04:00The Trunk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwsl3v98KxvQoJuN5ViKh2-siO0dhc2BR0IGAj6nC5HN0W5I82jtkzR9CX1YgonLbV-M7SyL5iAg3p-L_iaQXd47eyVXCyejCkDn5G2SRYbLsovNvSt1XMnD49-DvsYne1_hSmwVocGE/s1600/cabdriverintrunk.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwsl3v98KxvQoJuN5ViKh2-siO0dhc2BR0IGAj6nC5HN0W5I82jtkzR9CX1YgonLbV-M7SyL5iAg3p-L_iaQXd47eyVXCyejCkDn5G2SRYbLsovNvSt1XMnD49-DvsYne1_hSmwVocGE/s200/cabdriverintrunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592593515518738594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />So Monday night was beautiful, one of the few nice days since spring has begun. It was really slow, so I was sitting at the station and the cab driver in front of me pops his trunk and gets in. he was looking through some things, but just sitting there, (just like the picture above, but turned to the side). Several trains pulled in and he never attempted to get out, just in case a customer came up (he was the first driver on the stand-a customer would come to him first).<br /><br />I just went home.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-72617875848553878262011-03-28T10:49:00.005-04:002011-03-29T11:47:55.943-04:00O She Got Issues!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXb7O_pUKvTROo7A2YvD127wZpSWvA2UQH4fVOV6EWdcc4LVXs12cK0Jr15zWlbL68Pw-WHC8owyy_Fuf3LRMxamWd6V1jOJOC-Ri0qah9Frm1LoEkbfG9m8WVW4YM-9MvDgMHLnsD0ws/s1600/CrazyMom-main_Full.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXb7O_pUKvTROo7A2YvD127wZpSWvA2UQH4fVOV6EWdcc4LVXs12cK0Jr15zWlbL68Pw-WHC8owyy_Fuf3LRMxamWd6V1jOJOC-Ri0qah9Frm1LoEkbfG9m8WVW4YM-9MvDgMHLnsD0ws/s200/CrazyMom-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589143645538474738" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />So I am on the way to pick up one of my regulars from his second job, but I had a little time to kill. So it is the first warm day of spring and everybody is out enjoying the night. I am sitting at the light and I get flagged down by a lady. I tell her that I am in route to pick up someone and she says "please we have been waiting here for an hour". I look and she has an infant on her shoulder and the other girl has two small children in a stroller they look around 2 years old, so I pull over, trying to be nice.<br /><br />The lady opens the front door and puts her wrap around scarf and a folder on the front seat. So I pop the trunk so they can put the stroller in. So I hear the younger girl scream "Do you want me or not" to the top of her lungs, this didn't bother me cause I have been driving for a while now, and I am so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">desensitized</span> now that I can ignore it.<br /><br />So they are taking their time, I am like "you need to come on, I have a pick up and you are asking me to go across town, you need to hurry up". So the two little kids get in the back seat, so their momma is still taking her time and she has the door open and one foot in, still yelling on her cellphone. So the older lady walks over and says "look we have to go she is pressed for time", and takes her cellphone. She starts banging on the back of the glass screaming "I can't take this, I don't understand why everyone wants to break up", so she jumps out of the car and says, "I don't care what you do to me this time, I am gone" , and walks off leaving all the kids. So the lady is standing there with an infant and the two little kids in the back. She looks at me and I look her and say "I got to go...you need to get them or they will be on this corner". So she gets the kids and the stroller and almost leaves her things in the front seat.<br /><br />I thought to myself the first sign was this bitch yelling outside the car that something was wrong, in retrospect it was the envelope the lady laid on the front seat, this lady wasn't this girls sister or mother, she was social worker, or some kind of mental <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">counselor</span>.<br /><br />If you are wondering I was on time to get my customer.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-15412780032862466182011-02-27T13:04:00.005-05:002011-03-08T15:14:39.524-05:00The Nut Job<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgToRBwskF8ux4vIc03b0T8e9lCMYpmtCMu8uOjVRWwhahsj6Lit4x4XkpmG1W_8cKuNfSlSZ1ipV-gNYtrCjOt1KX6VsvyegXAaT3Y87SXWdJX2kqNvOua9a8PttKsi29HPaX0-KDow/s1600/nutjob.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgToRBwskF8ux4vIc03b0T8e9lCMYpmtCMu8uOjVRWwhahsj6Lit4x4XkpmG1W_8cKuNfSlSZ1ipV-gNYtrCjOt1KX6VsvyegXAaT3Y87SXWdJX2kqNvOua9a8PttKsi29HPaX0-KDow/s200/nutjob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578480070099308082" border="0" /></a>So it is Saturday night and I don't really feel like going out, but I have a 10:00 pick-up, so I just hang around the house until it gets close to time. So around 9:20, I leave out to go and gas up to pick up my customer. I get to the gas station and what appears to be a homeless man coming around the corner. He screams he has $50.00 and I should take him with me. He laughs and walks over to the pump. He says "my name is Joe, now you know me and you can take me with you". I said " I don't know you," He said "I said my name is Joe Miller, so you do know me". I said "I know your name, but I don't know you". He says "I am famous in DC and VA" I say " for what". He stopped and stared at and I repeated what I said " What are you famous for, you could be a rapist".<br /><br />He said "that is how woman like it, they want to be raped," his voice starts to escalate and I am still pumping gas "THAT'S HOW THEY WANT IT, THEY WANT TO BE RAPED BY JOE MILLER." I hang the pump up and put the gas cap on. I open the car door and get in and before I close the door he throws his head in the door and screams "I CAN SEE YOUR TITTIES", and softly says "Can I touch them". I get immediately agitated because my night with the crazies hasn't even begun, I am just gassin up. So my voice escalates " You better get the fuck away from my car," He paused and looked very surprised, I wonder what he was thinkin? It took him like 5 secs but he eased back and I closed my door. He was standing outside saying something, I just pulled off.<br /><br />I mean the night hadn't even started yet DAMN! The night ended with one of my passengers clutchin his chest with heart burn, throwing up outside my car and thanking me for picking him up.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-16050878763130127662011-02-26T16:10:00.009-05:002011-03-31T18:28:53.287-04:00The Prostitute<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2TF4jfbvamtf0ZBCfxbWV3zQQ417YiBHOtgNSJguPfh5UZPEaJsEBD8bnwkTTajkDFsza2SmrjiuCSRQHF9Dr4CE_E9TkEYU_VbCT4pqu-7uKi59_fW-XaYG6b7FC_Go5-vn_AFeGFk/s1600/prostitute.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2TF4jfbvamtf0ZBCfxbWV3zQQ417YiBHOtgNSJguPfh5UZPEaJsEBD8bnwkTTajkDFsza2SmrjiuCSRQHF9Dr4CE_E9TkEYU_VbCT4pqu-7uKi59_fW-XaYG6b7FC_Go5-vn_AFeGFk/s200/prostitute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589150237780680994" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />So of course it is Friday, and I am filling my tank to get ready for the night. So a young girl walks up and asks me if I am working, I tell her "yes, where do you need to go", so about 3 guys walk over and they want to only go around the corner, to the strip club, so I say okay, we get there and they can barely pay their cab fare. So the guy comes over and says to the girl that got them the ride, you know you can't come in so, just go home and I will come and see you later.<br /><br /><br />So she gets a little upset and he looks at me and says, “I don't have the money right now to give you to take her back, but give her your number and I will call you later and pay you.” I pause for a second, cause I don't have time for these games, but I still didn't want to leave her sitting outside the club. So I just said okay and took her back, it was only two blocks up.<br /><br />So I said why couldn't you get in. She says well there was an incident. So I didn't inquire further, so I said why would they bring you here and then not take you in, she said well he is a pimp so he has to come here to regulate the girls. I said how is he a pimp with no money. Then I was like who in the hell needs a pimp in 2011. I mean with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internet</span>/cellphones isn't that like the death of the pimp?! you can set your own appointments rates, advertise, set security and privacy accordingly.<br /><br />As I rambled on, I heard nothing but crickets, so I look over for some feedback andI saw the look of sadness in her eye, I didn't realize she was a prostitute, I just didn't realize before. I should have reiterated we all are grabbing our ankles (whoring ourselves) when we go to work each day, we are no different than she...it is called life.<br /><br />I gave her my number like she asked and I dropped her at the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">McDonald's</span> so she could eat and left.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-31056255424767910362011-02-26T16:09:00.004-05:002011-02-26T17:09:49.789-05:00Girl Power<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2boIFuaLHbpIBfG3omtpUj3PlIqz7n7G8y7S_zA9xG2kNeYl8QyHFF4qi5R4Gg0yOgiBW_CXondBh3tA14toH3vVXiMUO5NfVNx0yzovlfh5yggFLbp9nPskeb6uDu2A0yMrCWxVuOYk/s1600/girlpower.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2boIFuaLHbpIBfG3omtpUj3PlIqz7n7G8y7S_zA9xG2kNeYl8QyHFF4qi5R4Gg0yOgiBW_CXondBh3tA14toH3vVXiMUO5NfVNx0yzovlfh5yggFLbp9nPskeb6uDu2A0yMrCWxVuOYk/s200/girlpower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578114405705696722" border="0" /></a><br />So I haven't been picking up off the radio lately cause too much is happening behind the mic between the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cabbies</span> and dispatch and I am tired of hearing the arguments. So this particular night, it is slow at the station so I decide to work the radio.<br /><br />I pull up in front of the house and have dispatch call her out, she comes out and her shoes are on the porch so she puts them on, then I see her start to do this little dance while coming to the car and it was her and two other guys that followed, she got in the car was so excited that I was a female cab driver. She made up a little jingle for me because I was a female cab driver (it had lyrics a tune, it was too much), I mean she was really excited, once I dropped them, she was like "GIRL POWER alright" (like Adam when he drew his sword to turn into He-Man) , "we can do it all!" I am a tad broken after this trip so I go on back to the station.<br /><br />My next fare is two women they were also very excited about me driving and they have never seen a woman driving a cab before. Let me just clear something up ladies, this is not good, It is like being excited that the prison population went from being mostly men to 50% women. I make less than I would be if I were whoring myself, which pisses me off, one of my passengers was a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">prostitute</span> (will post about her later), but she just made $200.00 in less than 30 minutes to piss on someone. I would have high-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fived</span> her if I wasn't scared to touch her. My point is this is not a step up, we don't want to be here.<br /><br />I could have been an heiress if it weren't for my broke ass parents!The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-19323804059923498422011-02-07T17:25:00.009-05:002011-02-26T15:41:03.154-05:00PheromonesI think someone must have sprayed experimental pheromones on me Saturday night, because it was just too much. The first guy I picked up, was nice and we chatted back and forth and I flirted a little bit, was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">feelin</span> good, wasn't broken yet. We get to his house and his trip is $8.00, he gave me $28.00. So I look at the money and say "you gave me $28.00 instead of $8.00" and he says "I know, I wanted to know if you would masturbate for me". I know I should be offended about this request, but I am more offended about the amount he offered. I mean a crackhead would request more! I gave him his $20.00 back and told him to have a nice day.<br /><br />Later on in the evening, I stopped to get gas and there was no one there a bit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">erie</span> of course when I pull up another car does as well. The attendant was doing something so I had to wait a few seconds for him to get to the window. By this time the guy in the other car had was already behind me. I put my money in the tray and was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tellin</span> the cashier which pump and at the same time the man behind me leaned and sniffed my neck. I mean not a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sutle</span> whiff around me, I felt his moustache on my neck and freaked me out. Since when do people get close enough to bite you and then smell you, is this new?! I asked "what the hell is wrong with you" and and brushed it off and said "You smell good", so I told him "to back up before I maced his ass" he told me to calm down, that he meant no harm" (now who uses that phrase, I mean you no harm, that is shady in itself). See I normally like it when someone says I smell good and asks what am I wearing, because my classic line is to say I farted because I think that is funny, but this crossed the line. Is this man <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">walkin</span> around smelling people, a nose whore?<br /><br />After that I probably should have went home, but I told one of my passengers I would pick him up at 2:30 where I dropped him off. So he is normally a really nice guy, the best tipper, but this night he was drunk and he is Hispanic so he doesn't speak a whole lot of English. He kept telling me that I was just like him, our skin is alike, I said that may be, but "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mami</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">el</span> negro", he said no no, but I didn't fight it, I will be whatever he wants me to be for the trip(yes cabbing is like whoring, but you make less). So I got him home and was talking and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">talkin</span> he paid me and gave me extra for looking so beautiful this night. I know he was drunk as hell cause I looked tore up, (I need to get my eyebrows done, I look like Burt from Burt and Ernie). He sat back there, I was done for the night and rambled some wild shit in Spanish, but then it got scary his voice changed like he was putting a curse on me, so I looked in the back and he was yelling, so I called him and he snapped out of it. So he was quiet for a sec and I said "okay, good night, see you later". His little ass laid out in the seat and started screaming that he loved me just constantly for like 15 more minutes, I told him he was on my time and it was time to go or pay me to stay. He said "name your price I will give you anything".<br /><br />I told him to get out, after that, he said I will not without a kiss, I want the kiss, I said in my threatening voice to get the fuck out. I gave him one more minute and said "okay", I pulled off and he opened the door and sort of fell out, I slowed up to make sure I didn't roll over his drunk ass and kept going. Why was he blowing my phone up during the Superbowl, can you believe that shit?<br /><br />Whoever sprayed me with the pheromones, if you were experimenting and you are out there and reading this.....they work. Curse you <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Mojo%20Jojo"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Mojo</span> Jojo</a>.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-5653684784020941782011-01-26T22:12:00.004-05:002011-02-26T16:13:11.776-05:00How Rude!So I sitting a stop light and I see and man in a wheelchair which at first glace it appears as though he was hurled into the street, by this couple. The wind was really blowing the people that were pushing, hesitated but then kept going. I think they were helping him up to the walk way and he said something like I got it from here.<br /><br />But he came speeding into the middle of the street, I was still waiting at the light, but I have to go straight through the street where he is in the middle of. He only had one leg, which he was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">balancing</span> the chair with, he wasn't using his hands, do you want to know why? because he was trying to eat and drink with them. So instead of getting out of the street, he was in the middle of the street slowly scooting out with his leg while eating and drinking. There were cars on both sides so I could not go around I had to wait, and he took his sweet time!<br /><br />This really pissed me off and it was rude, he knew I was trying to get around him he just wouldn't move he was a huge asshole. I realize I am becoming dead inside...that I should be more sympathetic, but people make it hard. If would have ran his ass off the road I would have been the bad guy.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-235278627354070882010-12-24T23:01:00.005-05:002011-01-30T16:25:28.780-05:00A Gentleman<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4psVrSWBf96sMi_Tx2B8XUToj_yV9j0flP4jPiU3cD5sjGv72dXfHM-ddwsRsptIJEEQ0sq0770Qtfyr_av04a_Kaeh8w_LAVVSlMyAGH5-J86zbNki02KJuSM3qn8UENSIUJGHzvHQ/s1600/gentleman.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4psVrSWBf96sMi_Tx2B8XUToj_yV9j0flP4jPiU3cD5sjGv72dXfHM-ddwsRsptIJEEQ0sq0770Qtfyr_av04a_Kaeh8w_LAVVSlMyAGH5-J86zbNki02KJuSM3qn8UENSIUJGHzvHQ/s200/gentleman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554467628861631106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So I was on the phone with my white friend and I took a call over the radio, but I needed gas. I pull into the gas station and I see another cab at the pump but he looks hesitant, (he started to put the gas handle back and stopped and put it to his car, then stopped again and put it in his tank). I thought that was strange, so I pull up, so I see why he was so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hesitant</span>. The car door was open on a caravan across from the pumps, and this man was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pullin</span> someone, so I say to my friend, I think he is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tryin</span> to throw this girl out the car, but then he starts to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">punchin</span>, so I pull up some, it wasn't a girl he was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">whippin</span> this mans ass, so I pull off.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"></span>I told my friend that it was a man <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">gettin</span> his ass whipped not a woman <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">gettin</span> put out of the car. He sounded confused, so I tell him that when a ghetto mofo gets mad at you he will throw yo ass out the car physically, but a gentleman will ask you to go into the store and get him something and pull off and leave you. He said "what! that is what you call a gentleman" I had to laugh when I realized how stupid I sounded, but I know what I meant, it is fucked up either way.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-86774759075349753842010-12-15T16:05:00.005-05:002010-12-20T13:12:26.541-05:00The Lesbian Brawl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjut8YsvZKirsi7soLgoDeDHE_aGBXXZnxquliQhyHoqkhJwmyIXu2VsJac306c4dkGraXxopLTZPhHrI7i4a7fp7vqIyCkl73uBsbGwlhgtiu0pPpc47pFUiNkyBcay9BsvEGpu3_9Ur8/s1600/pillow_fight_league.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjut8YsvZKirsi7soLgoDeDHE_aGBXXZnxquliQhyHoqkhJwmyIXu2VsJac306c4dkGraXxopLTZPhHrI7i4a7fp7vqIyCkl73uBsbGwlhgtiu0pPpc47pFUiNkyBcay9BsvEGpu3_9Ur8/s200/pillow_fight_league.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551018290285762962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">S<span style="font-family: arial;">o I pick up this guy from an apartment and I can tell by the way he looks, that he is going to flirt. So he gets in and is like, “well this is a treat a woman driver.” I said "O I thought you were going to say an American" and laughed and he said, “well I thought you would have an accent, but you don't so that is good too.” So he starts right into his story..” Man I met this girl at the gym and she seemed to be feelin me, she told me she was gay, but I was like fuck it, when she invited me over. I go over there and she is like you want to watch me and my girlfriend have sex.” He was like “hell no, I don’t want to watch, I want to be a part of that shit!” so he and I laughed and he continued, “so she felt my dick and saw what I was workin with, so then the man one comes home.” I said, “the butch one?” and he said, “yea that is what she is called the butch one. “</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;">He said, “she started flirtin with me harder then so did the female one, the female went outside and the butch one wanted to see my dick too, by the time the female came in the house the butch one was pullin up her pants, she was showin me her ass.” He said "actually the butch was was badder than the female one, she just wore boy clothes. So apparently the night before a female condom was found on the floor by the butch one so they were already having some issues. The female said something to the butch, all I know is that butch one smooched the female and they got to <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=wreckin">wreckin</a> in the house". </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;">So I said you should have stopped everything and been like "whoa, whoa, whoa, ladies, I will fuck both of yall! No need to fight, I mean both of ya'll can suck my dick, everybody calm down, there's enough of big daddy to go around". So he fell out laughin and said “you damn right, I should have said that, I am <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=backed+up">backed up</a> too, <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shiiiit">shiiiiiiiit</a>". So I laughed. He left me $20.00 on a $7.00 dollar ride.</span>The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-8559702595044892302010-12-15T15:55:00.004-05:002010-12-20T13:14:13.628-05:00The Scared Ones<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zMFE5VOy3u2_wCZn8RLg-zjsqU-lnY1CBFc1UcIX0HBSpWWxczFaSSVUOM8X-Ch9G5UEg7kN7NlFLE0jQOKjdtOe5HbarqlgW-cq3l4wwUpMELZ07q06L2Lp_UyJRsgvZYPtcJdnR5M/s1600/scared-couple.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-zMFE5VOy3u2_wCZn8RLg-zjsqU-lnY1CBFc1UcIX0HBSpWWxczFaSSVUOM8X-Ch9G5UEg7kN7NlFLE0jQOKjdtOe5HbarqlgW-cq3l4wwUpMELZ07q06L2Lp_UyJRsgvZYPtcJdnR5M/s200/scared-couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551016275667272450" border="0" /></a>FedEx fields is not in the best area of Prince Georges County and depending on which way you exit, you are right smack in the wrong place. This is where I sit and wait for my prey. They think they are going toward the metro, but are completely turned around. I picked up a young white couple to take them back to their hotel. The way you come out of this area, you have to ride through the ghetto to get to certain parts to avoid the traffic.<br /><br />I told them I was going to take a back way to get them to their hotel so we wouldn't get caught in traffic. They hadn't said a peep, man I glanced in the the back, they were frightened to death, the woman asked me could I lock the doors so I did, they were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">clutchin</span> each other, like they were the only white people in the middle of SouthEast. Then they said "why are you taking us this way", I said "to avoid traffic", then I got cute and asked them did they want to get out and get another cab (I laughed so hard inside). What losers!The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-35589317365267645342010-12-15T15:47:00.005-05:002010-12-20T13:53:46.330-05:00The Skins Fan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2KV6ZUo_yc541N8oskvoI3ixqVC7COT3qOKSmQjzzimf_RyGQV8DXYLUsxdqjg6-UqYGjyT9Wr96_590dcK5kgOUz6C1pi5gUvyan_OwfdwTRg6kX4ViPKShP4FQZd0dJT1hBRv6bG7E/s1600/redskins-fan%25283%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2KV6ZUo_yc541N8oskvoI3ixqVC7COT3qOKSmQjzzimf_RyGQV8DXYLUsxdqjg6-UqYGjyT9Wr96_590dcK5kgOUz6C1pi5gUvyan_OwfdwTRg6kX4ViPKShP4FQZd0dJT1hBRv6bG7E/s200/redskins-fan%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551013693744354850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >After the redskins game, I picked up to white guys (I know I vowed before not to do it), but money is tight. The guy got into the back of my car, they wanted me to take them to the metro. I asked who won the game, he said the other team, I can't remember who they were playing. So he started punchin the back of my seat like a punchin bag, and screaming...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, I CAN'T BELEIVE THEY LOST. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >This lasted for about 1 minute until the guy he was with was like calm down man damn</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >. They talked for a bit and then got in a fight about money. We arrived at the station and the sane guy paid me and got out and closed the door on the other guy (the one punchin the seat) </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >“…looked at me and said, “ this was your fault, you got to the station too soon” in a weird calm voice.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > So I looked in the rear view mirror and he said, "how much did he give you"? with a slur, and I said, "$10. 00", he stared at me for 10 seconds and then got out of the car!</span>The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-32472192356312251552010-11-29T17:22:00.007-05:002010-12-10T17:18:41.692-05:00Long Leg Lola<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-72fBqU5-atwPNF5E_qzo6PSKSwVpdJXC9oHLnIYFr-xf-JM4k5JSR2rsC0gnzcSrVll7Cp_j44zQYmEmtt1m-syfISxWFempDq5-k1QM-T1hcSrAWSqsnU8yAC74ZAeR6XZMEc1MEFA/s1600/mega-afro-brown.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-72fBqU5-atwPNF5E_qzo6PSKSwVpdJXC9oHLnIYFr-xf-JM4k5JSR2rsC0gnzcSrVll7Cp_j44zQYmEmtt1m-syfISxWFempDq5-k1QM-T1hcSrAWSqsnU8yAC74ZAeR6XZMEc1MEFA/s200/mega-afro-brown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545115907790206466" border="0" /></a><br />So I pick up a lady at the metro station. When she got in the first thing she said was, "Wow women driving cabs now". I said "women got bills to", so she laughed and just started rambling, she said "you know there is a place where you don't have bills, and you can be with your family, you don' t have work or worry about money", so I interjected and said "is this place virtual". she was like "no it is called heaven".... first thought bible <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thumper</span>. So I said "I see, you have to be dead to get there". So she rambled on and on about church, and then said can you take me to the gas station so I can get some cream soda. I said "sure".<br /><br />Here is where things get strange. I pull up to the gas station, mind you I never got a good look at her. She said "I am leaving my stuff in the back, don't leave me, I don't want to walk, there are some crazies around here". I am sitting there waiting, and all of a sudden this lady pushes the the gas station door all rough and is moving swiftly in my direction, I am like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">WTF</span>, she had a nappy bush pushed up (not picked), thick bifocals, and a long black trench coat that was bubbled up like the <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.findatruckingjob.com/files/michelin-man.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.findatruckingjob.com/trucking-info/trucking-news/michelin-man-gets-social-great-american-trucking-show-gats&h=687&w=425&sz=32&tbnid=uEJpD4JNBShXKM:&tbnh=286&tbnw=176&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmichelin%2Bman&zoom=1&q=michelin+man&hl=en&usg=__3IOpwapSo-JR88UTqvDiidykQK4=&sa=X&ei=Nir0TLHSH8L_lgellbTPDA&sqi=2&ved=0CCIQ9QEwAA">Michelin Man</a>, she opened the door all hard, I thought she robbed the place, so I looked back all quick and said everything okay, and she said, "O yea, I got what I came for" (she stole that shit).<br /><br />So I start off to her house and some how the conversation gets on pedophiles and you don't know who's doing what and telling me about her five children, (now I swear it was not me that lead her to this conversation, cause everyone that knows me, knows I think everybody is a pedophile or rapist, but this time it wasn't me). So we pull into the apartment complex and she hands me the Jehovah's witness literature, and paid me, then she opens the door steps out and says "they call me Long Leg Lola" in a sensual voice (with that hair and glasses). So I looked at her with a confused face and said okay (I am like why the hell is she telling me this), have a nice night and she closes the door..... I think she might have been a whore.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCkdTPGXX4FE8EKjHlAPqIYgOWuPi2OcPo1OV_wAhhEQ4dZ1CXVlcoqz0yjx4GEjJi6LA0yDFi3MzEeEhnS-sY_0XZJrR-XpwNBkGrhNlhpnmnz5dIILx0NUnxhvRkR6NUpB2fHNqAkk/s1600/mr_magooglasses.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCkdTPGXX4FE8EKjHlAPqIYgOWuPi2OcPo1OV_wAhhEQ4dZ1CXVlcoqz0yjx4GEjJi6LA0yDFi3MzEeEhnS-sY_0XZJrR-XpwNBkGrhNlhpnmnz5dIILx0NUnxhvRkR6NUpB2fHNqAkk/s200/mr_magooglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545116074267396770" border="0" /></a>The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-90977433952718121572010-11-05T00:24:00.004-04:002010-11-05T00:38:24.875-04:00Random Facts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtF9kFrHsJOx_epgNtn3mFmSAPGyaLV4yad5PnOBJ3UJBrqKMH1qLdeOUHQsScrGyHDpE6SkOVdc7V2GtwY0jFgAtK3Qv800tGeVk3CQDJ8-HP10iRes-GTbwY4oKrphGl7KQ3tMgtL0/s1600/lips.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtF9kFrHsJOx_epgNtn3mFmSAPGyaLV4yad5PnOBJ3UJBrqKMH1qLdeOUHQsScrGyHDpE6SkOVdc7V2GtwY0jFgAtK3Qv800tGeVk3CQDJ8-HP10iRes-GTbwY4oKrphGl7KQ3tMgtL0/s200/lips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535919122480163842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />A man got in my car tonight, after he told me where he wanted to go he let me know that a womans mouth is the same as her vagnial lips, I just said "o yea", that was it there was no other conversation. I dropped him off and he paid me.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-81551903023275269342010-10-22T17:50:00.005-04:002010-10-22T18:04:19.215-04:00The TranslationIt was slow last night, and a foreign guy (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hispanic</span> looking) gets into the car. He has his address written down, I take him to the street and he says something under his breath, so I thought he was asking how much, so my dumb ass says "$8.00". she says it again, I repeat "$8.00" again, so he looks at me and nods and I look at him and nod, so he says it louder, and finally understood what he was saying, he was saying suck dick... suck dick. So then the confusion for me was does he think I am sucking his dick for $8.00 or do I know where he can get his dick sucked.<br /><br />So I say "no suck dick", and did my arms in a driving fashion (the drive) and said $8.00. He said okay and gave me $10.00 and got out of the car. So I guess he was asking me to suck his dick, since he left with no further clarification.<br /><br />I am burned out doing this shit. The hatred is at an all time high.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-MOzagxrlW1Ev7aXX42tchalVizzSVFu37mZg9ebaQx3DSpBwthDADROMXpxdK5nP9Q8NQfcKUjDntytKr9uldF0U8DOTyvuV4U1ZkFYtjq10pgPrzon16lxtdCuRYDWfnCvzvQ_Ku8/s1600/angrysparta.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-MOzagxrlW1Ev7aXX42tchalVizzSVFu37mZg9ebaQx3DSpBwthDADROMXpxdK5nP9Q8NQfcKUjDntytKr9uldF0U8DOTyvuV4U1ZkFYtjq10pgPrzon16lxtdCuRYDWfnCvzvQ_Ku8/s200/angrysparta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530994013558692482" border="0" /></a>The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-64243871702327724442010-10-22T17:40:00.004-04:002010-10-25T15:55:27.835-04:00The Tussle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyghD3FF4CNyhcj78-QUeZj1OzEsmn1lQWwZRjwE1cHgFM3Gc7daeOsCrqTR6u7-MWQQ1jwPjN8bN25kD_pMU2_CryiB0t9C7Du7bmhK6NWwKIwMrhnl7rVc_VYQvnGSVsilucQamQweg/s1600/thechoke.php"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyghD3FF4CNyhcj78-QUeZj1OzEsmn1lQWwZRjwE1cHgFM3Gc7daeOsCrqTR6u7-MWQQ1jwPjN8bN25kD_pMU2_CryiB0t9C7Du7bmhK6NWwKIwMrhnl7rVc_VYQvnGSVsilucQamQweg/s200/thechoke.php" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530990140885184802" border="0" /></a>I was at the metro on the phone with my white friend, I look up and and see this guy and girl fightin like shit. So they must have been fighting for a minute because they both look winded. He starts to choke her! One of the cars started to honk the horn, but that is it. My white friend was like "what the fuck call the police!" and you were like "I ain't getting involved, there are other people out here including the station manager, it was right in front of the station; and no one else was doing anything" There was a guy driving the car and also a guy in the backseat, the guy gets out the back of the car and says something, and the guy choking the girl, stuffs her in the car and they pull off.<br /><br />What was that (I farted), no really what was that?The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-23736363644080133022010-10-22T16:13:00.006-04:002011-04-06T18:18:04.426-04:00The Toss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRIrxb3oLG6-iIAu55yoKMKzlkn_eDwq9GT7fKHkJ90X3fdTpKuL6Qf1vXvb_kZ9xAm0-aAEEFltq7OABtEssfQhDmGNcvK1HnWDxn0AJXLn3iNcT7OhyphenhyphenbnyYOsEs5q7T1NTgc-xmPmY/s1600/cell-phone-throwing.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNRIrxb3oLG6-iIAu55yoKMKzlkn_eDwq9GT7fKHkJ90X3fdTpKuL6Qf1vXvb_kZ9xAm0-aAEEFltq7OABtEssfQhDmGNcvK1HnWDxn0AJXLn3iNcT7OhyphenhyphenbnyYOsEs5q7T1NTgc-xmPmY/s200/cell-phone-throwing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530986510912789842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was as Sunday and slow, but it was a home game night at FedEx Fields, so I was really waiting for the game to end to make the money for that night. I was coming back from a drop in DC and as usual I swung around to Cheverly metro to catch some stragglers. A guy walked up and asks if I am working, I tell him yes and he gets in. He said "I need to go multiple places if that is okay, so we gonna take a ride". I said "okay", he gave me $60.00 up front. He said money isn't an issue tonight, he just came into some good fortune.<br /><br />So he was nice, talkin about his relationship I was giving him advice as I usually do. So the strangeness starts to come out, so he asks me if he could use my cellphone cause he doesn't have one. I let him use it, so we are ridin on 295 and he points to the trees and says I am going to go cop some of these". I say o yea, he said "You know what I mean". I said "no and I don't want to know". so I drop him off wait a minute and he gets back in, he says can you take me to the liquor store. So while we are in line, there is a helicopter in the air, mind you there is a game at FedEx fields, which I assume the helicopter was watchin. But he says that helicopter has been following us. I said I don't think so it is not close enough and this is not GoodFellas, you need to live yo life right, so he starts to laugh, as we pull out of the liquor store, he asks if I could roll down his window (I control all of the windows). I said "okay" this nigga threw his cellphone out of the window.<br /><br />#1 where did you get a cellphone he told me he didn't have one and<br />#2 why the hell did you through it out of the window.<br /><br />The helicopter was too close, so now he needed to get a new phone, so we went to like 3 Lowest Price gas stations to see if they had any of those quick phones. At the second gas station we went to he started to pick up a prostitute but changed his mind. He gave her the opener and she said why don't you give me a ride? He paused and then said, you have to ask her and pointed at me. (WTF?), she just kept walkin, so he closed the door and proceeded to say that the lord saved him from her (I can't). So he just kept talkin about the damn helicopter, so we get him a phone I take him to Popeyes and then to his house.<br /><br />The sad thing is by the end of the ride, I think that helicopter was following us. I didn't see it anymore after I dropped him. So he was like, "I like you do you have any cards". I said "naw, none on me", he "said don't worry I will get your number from my man I called earlier"....<br /><br />"THAT BITCH SET ME UP" (Marion Barry).The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-79697475675447896772010-09-28T16:06:00.002-04:002010-09-28T16:10:20.515-04:00The Hat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqFCLqYuRFUKyHdrdJ7VWK4UxBNDWUB8aj2gSlOur5Z1hx1oU98v0sunnC1rKUmn2W_elDEuxQMjKwlx4sRiA__-wj6Joyw4dC3wZiwtXbVsNNDANUDEbBLdBxnSYF11aCDcjhaseAfU/s1600/featherhat.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimqFCLqYuRFUKyHdrdJ7VWK4UxBNDWUB8aj2gSlOur5Z1hx1oU98v0sunnC1rKUmn2W_elDEuxQMjKwlx4sRiA__-wj6Joyw4dC3wZiwtXbVsNNDANUDEbBLdBxnSYF11aCDcjhaseAfU/s200/featherhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522058555232039218" border="0" /></a><br />A man walked through the metro parking lot with this hat on last night, except it was black with a white feather.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-46560025637883130222010-09-15T16:08:00.007-04:002010-09-30T18:47:59.590-04:00Pearls of Wisdom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5FnGiZCQbgUN89QU0IT2QzCcn-zgZ4qpj5afP085OMWAeN3rbPQMEO23lYandNWWpBEOgdbffCM1XWHzO1zzd27FzIo0KhTIuIk2sS0fIUMvTBllS-Qb38YLd9RsPz4l2VNGmqhbNQM/s1600/pearl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5FnGiZCQbgUN89QU0IT2QzCcn-zgZ4qpj5afP085OMWAeN3rbPQMEO23lYandNWWpBEOgdbffCM1XWHzO1zzd27FzIo0KhTIuIk2sS0fIUMvTBllS-Qb38YLd9RsPz4l2VNGmqhbNQM/s200/pearl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517235591240578162" border="0" /></a><br />As a child people always ask, what do you want to be when you grow up. You get moderate exposure to different things and you lie to people so they will shut up and leave you alone, cause you really don't know and don't care until one day you see it/hear and all the clouds just part and the sun shines upon you. Well that is what happened to me when I saw a madam on TV. A pimp, seemed to be my calling, this was the perfect profession. The "middle man" I am the perfect middle man and I all have to do is arrange the date and collect the money, until I found out you had to be a whore first, it crushed my dreams...it really did.<br /><br />So here I am under the seedy lights driving this cab, seems that I ended up whoring myself anyway. I had to give a bit of background because the passenger I picked up left a little light in my heart for a dream that died long ago.<br /><br />The moon was high and bright this night and as I bent the corner a slight glint hit the cab, it was a nice night. As I was driving back to the station, I was being flagged down. I picked up a guy, he asked me to take him down town. He kept talking which I didn't feel like hearing because I was enjoying the weather, but I started to tune into his conversation. I don't even know what he was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">talkin</span></span> about prior to me hearing this piece of information because I was just nodding my head. I heard him say, "my uncle is a pimp". I said "really when I was young I wanted to be a madam until I found out that you had to be a whore first." He told me that a lot of those madams are still under pimps, damn I had no idea that there was a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hierarchy</span>.<br /><br />So I asked him do the pimps fuck all of their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">whoes</span></span>? He told me there are two types of pimps. The ones that beat and fuck all their woman and the other types that turn the woman out; meaning before they make them a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">whoe</span></span> they do everything imaginable to them to prep them for the game, they become addicted to the sex they want to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">whoes</span></span>. So once they come into the game he doesn't just have sex with them. I cut him off and said "oh they have to be up there to fuck big daddy huh", he thought that was so funny, but yea that is exactly right.<br /><br />Man if I didn't have to be a whore I would have made a great pimp! But instead I am getting pimped Oh Well <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">c'est</span></span> la vie! I thought I would share these pearls of wisdom.<br /><br />(and yes I do cry myself to sleep at night! I know you were thinking it).The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-4175545685508126812010-08-17T15:05:00.006-04:002010-08-30T15:17:02.884-04:00When the Stars AlignYou know when you get that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">eery</span> feeling that something is going to happen, because off all the things going on around you, but you don't know what? Well I was going back to the station from a drop off and this car decides to jump out in front of me...I guess he didn't want to wait. The way the road was setup it had a divider in the middle and cars on both sides of the divider, because there were houses on both sides it was a residential area. The car flew out but in trying to miss the car he had to make a hard left turn and hit the divider and had to pull over. All they had to do was wait for me to pass dumb ass..... this was the first sign.<br /><br />Then I was coming from taking another customer from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">liquor</span> store and across the street there is a gas station, so all I hear is the wheels <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">squealing</span> and a car flying, it flew out of the gas station into the air between us and the cars waiting for the light.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-zfsF-w4Ty4zps3sFTeFMNiVPJhF-FonodqnhherkdMI2RfNQJ52Co69vQsc57azz4hq8dKwEPQtDd7uEvozSlPaug6stZ_j4v_vAVPpTRQahpOjoB8MwZXrI7Kn-AfOm5vBsBI08NMs/s1600/generalee.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-zfsF-w4Ty4zps3sFTeFMNiVPJhF-FonodqnhherkdMI2RfNQJ52Co69vQsc57azz4hq8dKwEPQtDd7uEvozSlPaug6stZ_j4v_vAVPpTRQahpOjoB8MwZXrI7Kn-AfOm5vBsBI08NMs/s200/generalee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506478809900030338" border="0" /></a> I thought they robbed the store, because I looked over and saw the owner outside, but he was walking to calmly to his car with his thong flip flops on. So I hear the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">squealing</span> tires again so the car came back and circled around, man I had a tinged of fear, I was like Lord please don't get to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">shootin</span> out here, light please just change.<br /><br />The light changes and I start to drive, I bend the corner a man jumps into the street and rips his shirt open holds out his arm and screams "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">TAAAAAKKKKEEE</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">MEEEEEEEEEE</span>!"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhii_IgnG2EbAk0ZrCN5kVrfumfLePoq-fTDg9D5hcdLzLpi-0Uc-2FV4ZhQtwh3TcIQfv2vHDZv-b8lf2LtV7V8Kdi7PjICEzEcPE62TtSUQYlJzAsLRXhHfp26nUKPC7Ktb7Axmf36AA/s1600/shoutingman.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 102px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhii_IgnG2EbAk0ZrCN5kVrfumfLePoq-fTDg9D5hcdLzLpi-0Uc-2FV4ZhQtwh3TcIQfv2vHDZv-b8lf2LtV7V8Kdi7PjICEzEcPE62TtSUQYlJzAsLRXhHfp26nUKPC7Ktb7Axmf36AA/s200/shoutingman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506479244601686610" border="0" /></a> I had to throw on the brakes I almost his this son of bitch. I was so mad, I drove around him and watch from the rear view mirror. He slowly crossed the street I went on. I was heated cause I am really tired of these people.<br /><br />So a week later, I am sitting at the station <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">talkin</span> to another driver and the station manager who comes to hang out periodically says to did you see all the metro police up here the other day. He was like yea, what was going on? The station manger was like it was a passenger <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">tryin</span> to kill himself, I had to hold him down and he was strong too, he kept taking his clothes off and the metro police finally arrived all he had was his pants around his legs when they got there, took them 45 minutes. The other driver was like yea I saw them taking him out with a sheet wrapped around him. Why was this the same man that jumped into the road, apparently since the cars would take him out he went to the station.<br /><br />"Stop the madness" I know this is taking it back to the 80's but what else can I say at this point!The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-13747443708575413002010-07-22T00:02:00.005-04:002010-07-27T01:43:38.349-04:00A Love Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nRSM0xL_KUVPNGLtZSTXK5Wy_TJ5QgEGiF_caLXeOpCJZT-cCfBYwhe0TGrgBF4BuAkxnh1rxy553YUhzErAMjdw5fM1Wr1P3bqjCfGkT_X7SpNZrAfOhWwDpcnaRybKMJaH7PpgOpI/s1600/bobwhit.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 99px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nRSM0xL_KUVPNGLtZSTXK5Wy_TJ5QgEGiF_caLXeOpCJZT-cCfBYwhe0TGrgBF4BuAkxnh1rxy553YUhzErAMjdw5fM1Wr1P3bqjCfGkT_X7SpNZrAfOhWwDpcnaRybKMJaH7PpgOpI/s200/bobwhit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496585204414863266" border="0" /></a>As you may have read I ride around many weirdos and addicts, not all bad not all crazy. I present "High as a Kite" a crackhead love story.<br /><br />This couple had flagged me down but I had a customer in the back, so once I dropped the customer I went back to pick them up. The woman was making general conversation and asked me to go to the bank to pick up some money. She was so pretty and sweet, she told me that she gets a monthly disability check because she had a stroke, she said it was due to drugs, she was 32 at the time, she is now about 37.<br /><br />I asked them where they were going and I took them, she said it was round trip. When the boyfriend got out I guess to procure the crack, I guess she thought I might be judging her. So she says "sometimes you can't get over things that happen in your life and you do things to cope." I told her I understood everyone has a vice, hell I eat to get through my troubles." She smiled and said "thank you for saying that". She said I was clean for two years, but he just got diagnosed with testicular cancer, so he started smoking and I fell off as well, I said is it fatal she said yea he is dying, his father and grandfather died from it too. She said "I was going to leave, but I am going to be there for him in the end, he has maybe a year she said".<br /><br />As we waited she gave me a 20 bill. I told her that it was way too much and her trip would probably be like9 dollars and some change, she told me to keep it. She said I always take care of people and her mother told her should would be blessed because of it. He came back to the car and she said "I will be right back", they stepped out I assume to get high and got back in, Marvin Gaye's distant lover was playing on the radio, they asked me to turn it up as they laid on each others shoulders.<br /><br />I saw him two months later and bought two watches from him for 5 dollars.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-3313834987386225722010-07-21T22:03:00.010-04:002010-08-17T15:05:36.214-04:00Weird Occurances<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8U76VR2Wh5VPnEn00BvWc4e6E7-3FrvXwrRRdjxQ6l1i3MhRbcKxF8AjGVhSvwY5XN8Dzowkf5X8hRhROnw2oEiwynM7Q3aP-wVglpbrVyicWVTFzmCbXPYVgC8SAfqDdcE5xh1SxJRE/s1600/woman-crying-with-ducks.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8U76VR2Wh5VPnEn00BvWc4e6E7-3FrvXwrRRdjxQ6l1i3MhRbcKxF8AjGVhSvwY5XN8Dzowkf5X8hRhROnw2oEiwynM7Q3aP-wVglpbrVyicWVTFzmCbXPYVgC8SAfqDdcE5xh1SxJRE/s200/woman-crying-with-ducks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496564618349729106" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So the other day I was coming into the station and before I bent the corner there was a man sitting in the ditch. The way he was sitting was like when men leave the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">toilet</span> seat up and you go in to pee and u do the fall in... you know they way your legs fly up. I thought he might have fell, but I watched him in my rear view. He didn't move, he wasn't shitting cause his pants were up (well <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doesn't</span> mean he wasn't but you know what I mean). He was just staring straight ahead he didn't move.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG22JGsCwU98AeF6mYivv3ZJuw8x7X2MIBhtuFfeOXifqoqcwkXtYIwUaecWnE_shNUqbqPq3C3gHQ1itzGz63KyMU6uf3JvGXFV7TR39SpP9OzssS1h4UO1oe2zjU-wfZ4Hkm5XAltBw/s1600/bushstaring.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG22JGsCwU98AeF6mYivv3ZJuw8x7X2MIBhtuFfeOXifqoqcwkXtYIwUaecWnE_shNUqbqPq3C3gHQ1itzGz63KyMU6uf3JvGXFV7TR39SpP9OzssS1h4UO1oe2zjU-wfZ4Hkm5XAltBw/s200/bushstaring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496564952309278898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I bring this up because a few months back I bent that same corner but up a ways and there was a girl sitting there. This is a road almost all the cars have to come in and out so not a good place to sit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dangerous</span> even. She was sitting turned to the side and crying, anyway thought that was worth noting.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3DdPTOm9z0PDmolS09SoySv7q-lEOJuP1rLpBlbHbADNgbnF4bAkkT2EwNM7X-JJUROkvXbsfcbK9QMOAfLIjfKzY_ZvWn-HPNurdm90kvb4ChyphenhyphenZvC-jyh6WLomMRBlxQHRCitVi05Q/s1600/cryingimages.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3DdPTOm9z0PDmolS09SoySv7q-lEOJuP1rLpBlbHbADNgbnF4bAkkT2EwNM7X-JJUROkvXbsfcbK9QMOAfLIjfKzY_ZvWn-HPNurdm90kvb4ChyphenhyphenZvC-jyh6WLomMRBlxQHRCitVi05Q/s200/cryingimages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496566477670861810" border="0" /></a>The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-84265606843351211292010-07-17T03:01:00.007-04:002010-07-21T12:31:19.980-04:00A Typical Friday NightThere was something in the air tonight, as I road my passenger into the city for work. He is a smoker, and I was feeling pretty good this night, so I gave him a full-bodied <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Macanudo</span> cigar...I keep those in the car for some of my best customers. We talked about the events in the city and some of the fine art and museums.......Sorry I needed to have a moment where it seemed that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cabbin</span> was a little seductive, not the true hell it is. Here is what really happened.<br /><br />The night was humid and hot, the smell ass was in the air, and my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">deodorant</span> stopped working an hour ago and I was stuck in traffic trying to take my passenger to work.<br /><br />He starts to tell me all he does for this woman who is pressing him to marry him after she had his baby, but she isn't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">workin</span> because the baby is small, she has other children so he is taking care of them all (including her two adult brothers that are in the house in their late 30's early 40's). He goes into work and deals with the hell of working all day, then comes home listens to his girlfriend tell him how she doesn't get enough attention and he is never home, he listens to the kids and their issues, and he goes to school, on top of this he does not sex 3 week stretches at a time?<br /><br />So I ask "So let me get this straight, you work all day long while she is sitting around, you go to school, you listen to her bitch and complain and all her kids bullshit, and then you don't get any pussy or get your dick sucked for 3 weeks at a time, and she doesn't understand why you ain't running down the isle?" After I recapped what he told me, I look in the rear view mirror and he had this look of hatred in his eyes and he gently nodded, he put his head down slightly in sadness. At that moment I became silent cause I thought, he is going to open the door and jump to his death or kill himself, I actually gave him some good advice.<br /><br />So I drop him and it begins to rain really hard, hard enough where I should have pulled over, but of course I didn't because calls were coming out on the radio. I made a few more drop offs, then I got a pick up from PG hospital, two woman and a young boy. While were in route to take them home it had stopped raining and I had rolled down my windows, a police officer pulls up beside me and says "what??! you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tryin</span> to race me" of course I could not let this go, I say "don't make me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">embarrass</span> you out here." I came to my senses when the light turned green, but I was going slow so I thought. Well the light goes off and he pulls me over, I was doing 20 miles over, but he just wanted to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">socialize</span>. He wanted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">everyone's</span> information, and he was just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">talkin</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">talkin</span> he was about to get off so I guess he needed someone to play with. So he questioned all of us about our ages, he never once asked for my drivers license or my hack license. So when we started to question him cause he had already given his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">birth date</span> but not the year, the girl in the back said "1957", which I was thinking too until I saw the look of disbelief that she would think something like that.<br /><br />But he looked old. He had blond hair (and he was a white guy by the way so you won't think he was black with dyed hair) but it was dried out like an old man didn't have any sheen or luster to it, he had cracks in his face and dark plaque between his teeth, so when he said 1974, I was astonished; 36!! life had not been kind to him. He told us to have a nice night after I had missed probably 50 dollars while he ran his mouth for 20 minutes and we were on our way.<br /><br />P.S. When I asked him his name he smiled with a kittenish grin with the dark plaque between every tooth and said Officer Friendly, like he was sexy! Pissed me off.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6128360753919769656.post-21010969588725942812010-07-17T02:25:00.004-04:002010-07-18T03:49:16.904-04:00The African Booty Scratcher<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHI6g3yyW4jhbkbH558WC6JCqJZOl2oK19rr_1ZI-QlVh8Aa2QBC0eNhMQD3B1RvqqvR-f806_lqmE_JjJ1_dSMCl_PmfHdqg69UuYOqS11MdspqW-klcZzsSHAsyjo_0YzFtQCai-dc/s1600/african-booty-scratchers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMHI6g3yyW4jhbkbH558WC6JCqJZOl2oK19rr_1ZI-QlVh8Aa2QBC0eNhMQD3B1RvqqvR-f806_lqmE_JjJ1_dSMCl_PmfHdqg69UuYOqS11MdspqW-klcZzsSHAsyjo_0YzFtQCai-dc/s200/african-booty-scratchers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495149997266044674" border="0" /></a><br />In the last 6 months I have been called an <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=african+booty+scratcher">African Booty Scratcher</a> at least seven times... seven TIMES by seven different people. Now I use to use this term when I was eight, I thought this was the funniest thing in the on earth to call someone an African Booty Scratcher, I mean it just sounds funny, but I was EIGHT and that was in the 80's.....this is 2010 and this is being yelled at me by adults WTF!<br /><br />Then they feel stupid when they see I am not even African. I have an excellent example cause it ended up being one of my passengers. I pull up to the house, the street was really tight because their were cars on both sides, so if another car pulls up you have to find a place to pull over to let them by. On top of that it is summer and their are kids grouped up near cars on top of cars. So I happen to pull up to let a car by, of course there was a group of kids. So the customers comes out of the house yellin, "YOU PULLED UP TO FAR IDIOT", FUCKIN IDIOT, GADAMN AFRICAN BOOTY SCRATCHIN FUCKIN IDIOT." So the kids are like do you hear this bitch, I think you should leave her, so the lady walks over to this guy and the kids say "annnnd she buyin drugs" so the form a chant "leave her, leave her". So I back the car up this bitch is still yellin and callin me names. So she opens the door and gets in and I see the look of shock come over her face, I not sure if it was because I was a woman or she could see the deadness in my eyes, but she silent and turned nice.<br /><br />I asked her where she was going and I took her. My point being that multiple people --adults, are still using the term, come on now..... it's 2010.The Chronicle of a MD Cabbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13015502069086220587noreply@blogger.com0