Once making it to Manhattan, things were pretty steady for a while. To the point where I had to actually go 'off duty' because I had to use the restroom and every time I would try and head to someplace I knew I could stop, I would get hailed. After a much needed pit stop, I was able to continue.
Monday night was interesting in that I had several trips to up-uptown. Over the course of my few months of driving, I have gone above 110th st only a few times. On Monday, it was 4. And one of them was waaaaaaayyyyy up there, near 180th st. I just found that interesting.
A little later, I had picked up a group of Chilean tourists on Spring st. They were very nice and wanted to chat the whole way. It came up in the conversation that it was almost my birthday, and they serenaded me with a boisterous rendition of "Cumpleaños Feliz". And they gave me a nice birthday tip.
In addition to going uptown several times, I also had several trips into Brooklyn. One was pretty deep into Brooklyn, so that equaled a nice fare, and a nice tip. The woman got in my cab after another cab wouldn't take her because he didn't know how to get there(passengers, if your cabbie tells you this, he is probably lying. We are required to carry maps, and almost all of us have a GPS on our phones at the very least if not an actual GPS). Where she was going was an easy ting to find too since it was on Atlantic ave, even if it was farther down. She was also very excited to have a female driver too, and she called someone almost right away to tell them how neat it was.
It was a pretty easy going night, and after making a respectable amount, i got a fare into Bushwick. I could have gone back into Manhattan after that and maybe gotten another fare or two, but it was late enough and I was happy with my take for the evening, so I decided to call it a slightly early night.
|I was behind these police horses. The horse on the left seemed mad about something. He kept kicking the back of the trailer, enough to leave some dents where ke made contact.|