|Going into Times Square|
I started my shift heading into the city with no intentions of hitting the airports. But as soon as I made it over the bridge, I get a fare to JFK. Okay, fine. I wasn't planning on going there, but I went. After dropping my passenger off at his terminal, I headed to the taxi lot where I had to wait for about an hour before getting to a terminal and picking up a fare. I didn't realize until after we pulled away that this guy was just going a little way into Queens and I didn't get my "shorty ticket". So after waiting there for all that time, I only got a small fare out of it and then had to trek all the way into Manhattan from Forest Hills empty. By the time I made it into the city, it was almost 7:30(I started at 3:30) and I didn't have much to show for my time.
After killing myself just to make my lease, I was passing by my old store when I see a few of my old co-workers leaving. I pulled over to say hi and offered them a ride home. At that point I was annoyed with how slow the night was so I figured why not. It was awesome to see them! It really has been a while, so it was great to catch up. Even if I wasn't making money, I had fun. And I probably wouldn't have made much if I hadn't stopped for them.
|Me with my old co-workers; Laura in the front with me and Mike and Corey in the back.|
After spending a few days relaxing in the woods up in Massachusetts over the weekend, I worked tonight. What a contrast to last week! This was my biggest night money-wise that I have had yet. Over double my usual average. The whole night was busy. Between the football games, hockey and the fact that it's the Sunday before a holiday Monday, people were out and about and going places all night.
|Gorgeous sunset over the JFK taxi lot|
Things were moving all night. And then I picked up a pretty unassuming guy. Oh boy, I had no idea the character I had in my car. He was very nice and told me I was a good driver and I was very laid back. I said thanks and as he was about to get out of the car, he asked me if I would show him my "front porch". For those of you who don't know, and I didn't until I had him clarify, "front porch" means boobs. He wanted me to flash him. I told him no, and thankfully he was considerate of my denial and laughed it off saying, "well, if you don't ask, it won't happen". Very strange man. But, after all that, he gave me a pretty generous tip.
Even though the night was super busy, people didn;t seem too chatty. So other than Front Porch guy, I dont have much else to talk about. It was a long shift, and I am pooped. Its time for sleep.
Oh! and also, my Girly Cabbie business cards came in the mail. Now I can share this blog with people without having to scribble the address on a piece of scrap paper. Woo!