Sorry for the wait…I hadn’t felt like blogging…plus I have tried extra hard to keep my tales as unentertaining as possible. It comes with experience. Don’t get mad yo. But hey, every now and then some shit like this will happen:
A Friday night in December, my night has been chill up to this point. Almost too chill. There’s a catch to everything, as you’ve been taught to think about. I wasn’t buying it and 99% of the time that I go across 13rh street from 2nd avenue & make the left on 3rd avenue, there is no one waiting at Bar None. I love Bar None as my personal bar but picking people up there can be a hot mess. This dude hails me down so I figure why not. He tells me he needs the cab but to wait a minute. Aight cool, I’m expecting that he’s just waiting for his friends to come through and hop in with him.
I see that 3 people are trying to carry one of their female friends up (she’d been puking I’m sure) and trying to drag her into my cab. So I speed off because I don’t have to take home anyone incapacitated in my cab. Or at least tried to. The dude though opened one of my doors (since I wasn’t smart enough to lock my doors after the fact) so I had to put the breaks on. He immediately hops in…then to add insult to injury, FIVE of them hop in my cab and he is barking at me to take them all to the Bronx. I am beyond livid barking back at him. He’s not giving in and neither am I. I didn’t want to take 5 NOR did I want a drunk passenger in my cab. He said she could throw up on his jacket he didn’t care. Granted, I’m not getting Catfished…but cot damn man. Anyhow…
I’m speeding towards the BX and I am not comfortable with any of this. It was the most awkward situation because there was still hella tension in the cab. Going up to Grand Concourse is a journey, especially north of Yankee Stadium. So I drop off the hella drunk chick off. She surprisingly didn’t puke or anything. The dude that argued with me paid up and actually tipped 25%. Whilst he was paying, I decided to make peace with him & that was the first thing on his mind as well. Nothing was personal, we were both looking out for each other’s best interests. He wanted to take the girl home by any means (which I totally understand) but for me I told him I didn’t want to compromise my business not only by illegally having 5 in my cab, but a sick passenger fucks up the night. To be fair, it’s not often that two brothas can quell peace in such a manner and I’m glad we did.
He helps drop her off with some of their other female friends…but out of nowhere, this dude runs up behind him and jumps him. Punches him from behind which drops him and kicks him a little bit before the dude recovers. The dude that jumps him scurries off. I am NOT digging this, as I have someone up front whom I also gotta drop off. I wanted to get out of that bitch in 2.2 seconds but this chick really wants to call the police in this situation. Quite frankly, I hear ya but nothing is gonna happen in that kinda situation. The dude runs up to the cab and tells me to take her home (which is my initial reaction anyway, as I don’t trust the Bronx one iota)…but the chick is being stubborn and wants to wait for the cops to come. A back and forth of “I’M AIGHT I’M AIGHT!!!” vs. “NO U NOTTTT THAT WAS FUCKED UP!” occurs. SMFH. The cops come and really all they can do is take some information.
Ultimately I drop both of them off and even though I made a combined $75 (including tips) in that full hour…that was THE most stressful situation I can recall being in for 2012. And so on.