Sunday, February 04, 2007

Auto Satisfaction

A week has passed since my last post so, what can I tell you?

It was my 45th birthday on the 30th of January and I spent the day working as per usual. My son bought me a CD player which I intend to use in the kitchen to listen to music while I do a spot of pearl diving. This machine is a radio/CD player and also has a USB slot and an SD card slot so I can compile the music to suit my mood and be more productive at the same time.

Talking of the kitchen we now have a resident mouse that we have nicknamed Mickey. A few of the kids had sighted it in the last week but I never paid it much mind until I saw it with my own eyes. It’s been using the back of the fridge as a ladder to climb up onto the worktops to hunt for food. There’s always crumbs and stuff by the microwave. It has spurred me on to have a complete and thorough clean up with bleach to remove the prospect of any further exploration by Mickey. I’ll now have to set a trap or two to try and catch it.

When I read blogs such as Paradise Driver and Taxi Vignettes I realize just how many airport runs I don’t get. Wils blog rarely fails to mention an OGG run or three whilst Joanns mentions SFO and most of the other cabbie blogs regularly get runs out to their respective airports. I can go months without getting a fare to any of the five airports that serve London. The code for Heathrow is LHR but we never use that we just say LAP and if bragging to our mates via a text it will read something like “LAP T4 son. U gotta know where to look”. When I first got my Green Badge as a cab driver in 1990 I used to work out of LHR. The entry fee to the feeder park was just 50p per trip and you could wait from a minute to three or even four hours. I did three to four hours many a time and ended up with a wrongun to somewhere local. You used to get a half hour ticket to do these locals but often you would be stuck in traffic and arrive back at the terminal late only to be refused access by the wardens. Those jobs used to really raise your blood pressure and make you drive like a maniac in order to make it back on time. I remember one guy went to Hounslow. I got the ticket from the warden and roared off thinking I’d have plenty of time. But I hit traffic just outside the airport and lost precious time. By the time we reached the guys address I knew I’d have to go all out to get back on time. Most passengers are unaware of what’s going on as we try and be professional about it and not take it out on them. This guy’s neighbour was standing in the road washing his car and my guy got out and started chatting to him. I lost it. I jumped out and grabbed his cases which were in the luggage space up front and dam near threw them at him demanding my money. Once paid I sped away and barely made it back in time. Because of what the airport was turning me into I eventually stopped going up there and started working in town but it took a while to completely wean myself off the airport altogether and if after a few jobs I ended up within a few miles of the place I would sure enough end up clocking in for another ride. That was a long time ago and I’ve been a townie for at least 12 years now although financially I don’t think I’m any better off. What I meant to say before I rambled on was that I did manage to get a job out there this week. I was in Holborn and a guy asked me if I took credit cards. Sadly I don’t but told him I would happily stop at an ATM. He wanted a price as he didn’t want any loose change or surplus English currency. I quoted him £60. The traffic was horrific all the way out there and on arrival the meter read £64.80. He gave me the agreed £60 and asked for a receipt. I thought it might be a good time to enter the feeder park for a trip back into town but they now use a computerized tagging system which I don’t have so I put my light on and took the old road back towards town and never trapped a job till I reached Chiswick.

Yesterday was a long day but I had some good fares. I even got bought lunch by one fare. We went through the McDonalds Drive Thru in Wandsworth and the guy asked me if I wanted something to eat. I was feeling a bit peckish and almost always refuse offers of food when asked but this time I accepted and we ate our quarter pounder with cheese meals in the car park with the meter still running. Can it get any better than that?

The weirdest job of the week has to be the one where I picked up a drunk lady from Fulham Road. She asked to be taken out to Croydon in South London. As soon as we set off she started fidgeting around in the back. It sounded like she was undoing or loosening her clothing. I was trying to see what was going on in the mirror but she was right behind me and all I was getting were green lights. I sort of half looked round when I got the chance and it looked like she was, by suspending her weight on her arms, bracing herself for a shit. I thought to myself “No fucking way man, she ain’t gonna dump in my cab” I slowed right down and asked her if she was alright and she slurringly answered “Yes thanks” Not wanting to be rude I continued on my way but she also remained in that position and eventually ended up sitting on the floor with her back against the seat. I could’ve sworn I could actually smell shit. It’s quite a long ride down to Croydon so I had ample time to get paranoid about what she may or may not have been up to in the back of the cab. We arrived at Croydon and eventually arrived at her address and when she walked away from the cab I looked in the back expecting to find something nasty but all I found was a pair of her knickers. She must have been knocking one out, the dirty bitch.

16 comments:

cookie monster said...

y'see wot you need is a spy camera in the back so you can film those shenanigansa dn then you can flog them on the internet!

jo said...

How great is that, you actually got paid to sit and eat a Mackie D!!

You really do get the strangest people in your cab - the frigger probably wanted you to watch - she sounded like she was a sad, lonely, drunk - twat.

Jo x

Loui said...

I would say the lady was an exhibitionish and you were the perfect captive audience! She probably does that all the time....

J x

Anonymous said...

Never knew all that about you having to pay to pick up airport fares... makes sense then why sometimes the cabbies seem in an extra rush

John said...

Yes the airport is an addiction. The DAA introduced passes to work from the airport cost e500.Muggins bought it as did a couple of thousand more..2 hour queues some days. Though I got a e60 fair the other night when town was quiet.
Its all a bit of luck at the end of the day. we live in hope.

ang said...

GOD! Did she really do that? What is the world coming to?

By the way what d'ya do with the knickers? hahahaha

Kisses likle sis

london_cabby said...

I hung them on a nearby railing....crotch outwards.

Anonymous said...

bet you had a good sniff first, lol

Paradise Driver said...

A belated Happy Birthday, LC.

At OGG, only Maui Airport Taxi is allowed to do general pickups. Other cabs can do "meet & greets" for prearranged fares. The only exception is when we get called for a late night canceled flight. Airport Taxi doesn't accept airline vouchers, we do.

Normally we take fares TO OGG and then have to "deadhead" back.

Dean said...

SAY HI TO MY MUM THE NEXT TIME YOU TAKE HER HOME TO CROYDON

Anonymous said...

happy belated birthday... what exactly is pearl diving, (or am i being thick)
Dxx

london_cabby said...

Doing the dishes

Anonymous said...

wonder if a bloke would get away with cracking one off.

ive always wanted a blowey in the back of a private cab.

ang said...

Oh, by the way sorry I forgot your birthday - again!! Hope you had a special day.
Luv Ang xx

Ben said...

Great Blog...
I'm a producer for an american television news show...we would like to interview you for a segment about London traffic. Please contact me at hasben@gmail.com ASAP. Segment will be for this weekend, so we need to film it by Thursday, the 15th.
thanks!

John said...

Hope the fame of American TV won't go to your head.