chimpchampion

Truth be told, I was on my way out already when I found out that my cab (#23 [my friend drove #42]) had only opened up because the former driver died. I mean, I'd heard that no one else wanted to take it, even though it was a new(er) Crown Vic w/ the "interceptor" pursuit package, but I saw it as an opportunity to make crazy cash in a lux ride. Two and half years later, I heard that the former driver had been hijacked just as dispatch had stepped out for a smoke without notifying the fleet (insanely bad luck there, as he was the best dispatch we had, and he'd never fucked up like this before), so when the guy was radioing his distress code on the DL with a pick at the back of his skull, no one heard. Later, when dispatch noticed he wasn't bidding on fares, the cops were called and they eventually found him cold and dead in his cab at the riverbank.

Every week, for long hours in the middle of the night, I sat in the seat the poor bastard was stabbed and died in, and when I heard, I noped right the fuck off. Never looked back.

Damn, man. I used to drive a cab in Detroit (98-01), and that's how I felt when I left: dehumanized. Scarier though, was when I started turning it around to view them as piles of money just waiting to go somewhere before I got to keep said cash. A screwed up perspective, and I'm glad I had the balls to walk away, even broke as a joke. Lesson learned. Thanks for striking a chord, man!

edit: killing my auto-correct.