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Archived Entries (May 2007)
james baldwin





5-29-07         Luanne
5-20-07         Cum Laude
5-14-07         5:30 am
5-08-07         Bad Salad
5-05-07         The Pied Pipers of Pussy





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5-29-07            Luanne
 
Luanne rides with the company twice each weekday: to work at UK in the morning and back home to Eastland each afternoon. Her calls average between $10-15 (a decent fare, by any standards) and she is nice enough (if a bit whiny) but she is by far the least favorite passenger of every driver in the company.

From six to eight each morning when calls go out in Zone 11 there is complete and total radio silence.
No one wants Luanne. We are running out of drivers to surprise with this special call. I have had her. Rick has had her. Big Daddy, Jeannetta, Neon Leon, and Danny have all had her; so have Bobby, the Dutch Boys, and Tim, the new guy. And once you've driven Luanne you never want to do it again. Ever.
  bologna
Why?
 
Because she weighs a minimum of five hundred pounds (I have heard everything from 495-562 lbs. on the cabbie grapevine) and smells like wine fermented from cottage cheese and the red strings you pull off slices of bologna.
 
The first time I drove Luanne, my jaw hit my chest when I saw her come waddling out of her building. I had never seen anyone that big in my life. I leaned over and scooted the front seat all the way back, knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to get herself up into the back of my cab. I rolled down every window in the van that I could, flipped the air on high, and lit a cigarette.
 
Luanne is so big that she is out of breath by the time she gets to the cab (a distance of maybe 100 feet). Too big to maneuver herself into the back of the van on her own power, she rides up front, having to lean inside and grab the steering wheel as she wriggle-pulls herself into the cab. Her stomach rests on the dashboard when she’s finally in. She can’t fasten the seatbelt and oozes over into the drivers’ space. (Both Rick and I discovered too late that we couldn’t respond to the dispatch radio because our mikes were trapped beneath her leg.)
 
The cab sported a 30° starboard list for the entire voyage. Of note: in the Navy, the only times my ship pitched 30° or more was during (a) hurricanes, or (b) the very worst of sea storms and then usually only with a little help from a lax conning officer and a smartass helmsman who knew just how to let the waves hit the bow to get the best roll while still maintaining course (great fun just before sunrise when everyone is at breakfast.)

I drove slow so as to avoid unexpected potholes through the construction work down Winchester road. When she asked me not to smoke (which I never do in the cab unless a passenger himself wants to) I refused and lit another off the end of the first. I didn't want to give my reason (she smelled like rotting meat in August) and was thankful she didn't press the matter.
 
In the Rose St. median, moments after I'd dropped her off, I doused myself in Febreeze and set myself on fire like a Vietnamese monk.
 
Each morning when calls go out in Zone 11 between 6-8am there is complete radio silence. We are running out of drivers to surprise with this special call. I have had her. Rick has had her. Big Daddy and Danny have had her. Jeannetta and Neon Leon have. So have the Dutch Boys and Tim, the new guy. And once you've driven Luanne you never want to do it again.


One year ago today…
 
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5-20-07            Cum Laude
 
Cab drivers: 20 percent if the ride went well, 12-15 percent if the cab stinks like holy hell and/or they terrorized you with their driving, 10 percent if you felt like your life was in any danger at any time; 5 percent if you were convinced that they were organizing a crime on their cell phone while they were driving you.

ESPN’s the Sports Guy, on tipping

 
I have finally put my education to some practical use. Many is the time that I bitch to Kevin or Rick that I could have saved myself a lot of grief and $40 grand in student loans if I’d just taken some shop classes in high school. But last night I made the fucker pay off! Last night I got tipped $20 basically because I knew who James Baldwin and Eudora Welty were. 
 
(Note: I didn’t fuck it up either, by telling him he was full of shit when he claimed that Truman Capote ghost wrote To Kill a Mockingbird for Harper Lee, that he was just another little gay man keeping that dream alive. Cum Laude is Latin for twenty bones, yo.)
 
Two years ago today…
Three years ago today…
 
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5-14-07            5:30 am
 
I learn something new every day.
 
Sunday night after Leon hung it up for the night around 1:00 (the hotel bars closed and there were no more dregs to scavenge) I was our only cab on the road until Rick started his Monday at 4:30. I handled what trickle of business there was but spent more time reading my book than actually running calls.

 
Both Rick and I had personal pick-ups to make at 4:30. Then, I had two company time calls to put out: one for 5:00, the other for 5:30, both going to the airport from hotels near the interstate on Winchester Rd. Since he was the only driver I had on the road I called him and we agreed that whoever cleared at the airport first would take the 5:00, the other would swing the 5:30. I ended up clearing at the airport before Rick ever marked out (his peeps were running a little behind.)
 
I took my customer through downtown on the way to the airport. Not only was it the shortest route, but given that rush hour was still a couple hours off, it was also the quickest. Since it was his first visit to town (he’d only come in to see his daughter graduate from college) it gave me an opportunity to show off the town, to be a good ambassador for Lexington.
 
As I drove into town I pointed out that most of the stuff on the outside of New Circle Road in this area was still horse farms ten to fifteen years ago and described the very heated local debate over urban sprawl that threatens to deprive us of the land that is so uniquely suited to our world-famous horsing industry. I pointed out the Jif peanut butter factory (the largest peanut butter factory in the world that, on windless nights, makes the town smell like George Washington Carver’s nuts) and the hilarious Big Ass Fans billboard (featuring the gigantic image of a jackass).
 
I slowed down as we passed Thoroughbred Park so he could get a load of the dozens of amazing sculptures of racers, trotters and foals (he was suitably impressed.) I showed him the Kentucky Theater, which opened in 1922 and has been running continuously ever since (minus a brief hiatus in the 80s due to fire damage.) It showed the first run of Gone with the Wind in the 30s and ran disco-era porn flicks in the 70s.  
 
On Main Street I showed him the new courthouses and, farther down the street, the old one. I pointed at the block of buildings next to the old courthouse and explained that in antebellum days what stood there was the largest slave auction facility north of New Orleans; the only thing remaining of it was a bar & grill that bore its name: Cheapside.
triangle park
 
Turning onto Broadway he got a look at Triangle Park, fountains backlit and sparkling. Behind it, I pointed at the largest house of worship in Kentucky: Rupp Arena. I told him
a story of our priorities here.
 
As we rounded the corner onto Jefferson, I pointed out the Mary Todd Lincoln House. I explained that unlike the Great Compromiser Henry Clay—whose house is on the other side of town—Mary Todd actually made it to the White House.
 
Heading out Versailles Road, I explained that we were entering a part of town commonly called “Mexington” because of its large Hispanic population. As we drove through I pointed to my left.  “Now that is Dave’s Motel. That’s where you can pick up crack-hos. Aaand, it doesn’t look like the girls are out yet.”
 
He laughed and said, “Every town has got them.”
 
Soon the scenery turned back into horse farms. I told him the difference between the black and white fences. Back in the day black fences indicated old money, white the nouveau riche (white paint was three cents more per gallon than black.) I showed him the entrance to Keeneland.
 
After dropping him at the airport I headed back through Mexington toward the base. There were a couple girls in front of Dave’s Motel as I drove by—one by the pay phones, another up by the curb. I glanced at the time: 5:35 am. They weren’t there fifteen minutes ago
 
Now I know: first shift crack-hos punch the clock at five-thirty.
 
Three years ago today…
 
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5-08-07            Bad Salad

After driving on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights (the busiest nights of the week) and then working as our night manager on Sunday and Monday (the slowest) I am physically fucking exhausted by the time I get off Tuesday morning. By default, I take that night off. I sleep late and when I get up Jenn and I usually go grab some take-out and return home to watch our shows (each week we TiVo The Sopranos and The Riches so we can watch them together.) Tonight we made salads at Kroger before picking up some chicken wings from Lee's Famous Recipe (the wings because dinner has to have something from one of her three food groups: Meats, Sweets, or Cheese.)

After we'd finished our shows, I idly flipped through the channels with Boss on my lap while she went to the bathroom. I found an NBA playoff game and figured I'd watch it until she came back. When the quarter ended she was still gone. I went to the computer room and called through the shut door, "Jenn? You okay?"

I heard a little tiny "Yeah" in between splashes that sounded like someone throwing grapefruit in a pond. Spe-looonk! Spe-looonk!

"You sure?" I asked.

Another spe-looonks. "Yeah."

I shrugged and went back to the living room to watch some more of the game with Bossie.

A few minutes later she came out and pronounced to me: "Bad Salad."

I couldn't help but to laugh. "No, silly girl, it's not a bad salad. That's what's supposed to happen. When you eat leafy green things it makes your digestive system regular. Beleive it or not: most people take a shit more than once a week."

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5-05-07            The Pied-Pipers of Pussy

It's been a while since I did a roll call to let you know what miscreants we have driving for us these days and what they are up to. Anyway, here it goes. (Drivers listed in bold text are currently at White Cab, the rest are elsewhere.)
  • #01 luke#01 Lukesince Jeannetta quit working the airport nearly a year ago, I don’t think we can refer to her as the Lizard Queen any more. If we were to have airport royalty these days, it’d have to be Luke. All he does is his minimal Woodford Taxi biz and work the ‘port. Usually a day shifter, I see him on both ends of my night watch. All Hail the new Lizard King!

  • #06 Pops – still in Florida recovering from surgery as far as I know. Of course, at his age he may be dead. I need to check on this.

  • #06 Charles – The new Driver #06, Charles is a rookie that won’t make it through the summer. Wrap your mind around this: Charles is dyslexic. He can’t read road signs or maps. I don’t know what else to say: I feel sorry for the guy but he just isn’t cut out for this line of work.

  • #07 Rico – Rico no longer works for White Cab… yet again. They come, they go: hip-hip-hiyo!

  • #07 Chris the new Driver #07, Chris is #77 Adel’s sneaky little shadow. He is Shitbird Lite, to Adel’s Shitbird Genuine Draft.

  • #007 giles#007 GilesA jovial but none too bright fellow from Gambia, Giles is known as Chicken Man to most of the cab-driving community. (I have no idea why and I’m not really certain I want to know anyway.) I remember Giles from my short stint at Jihad Taxi. In order to pry Giles away from the Jihad, Wale made Giles a driver-manager to get him to come over. Like Dallas and Truitt before him he is completely fucking useless in this capacity… but, hey, how much can you really expect from a guy whose driver number is 007? Double-Oh Seven, Giles Bond, License to Drive!

  • #08 Radiohis real name is Dave. His nickname comes from his radio presence. He tells the dispatcher every little thing he does. He announces where he is, when he stops for gas, if he’s inbound or outbound, when he takes a Signal-10, if there is a ballgame, if it snows, if he’s going to take a shit. His routine got so tiresome that after each of his public service announcements on the radio I have started responding with my own inane announcements (in my best Radio Dave voice, naturally.) My best follow-up announcement so far was: “Driver 31 to all drivers. Be advised that it’s raining. Please use windshield wipers.”

  • #10 Sharon Granny Ten has defected to Jihad Taxi. Her daughter was fired as dispatcher soon thereafter. I heard it was about some credit-card fraud thing but then again one hears all sorts of things.

  • #11 Willieafter Dallas departed the company, Willie switched from being Driver #38 to Driver #11 so that his driver number matched his cab number. You see… Jeannetta owns her own cab and its number matches her driver number: 36. Rick, too, is an owner-operator is and his cab number matches his number: 20.

  • #12 kevin#12 KevinOne slow Sunday night a couple weeks ago, Kevin and I stood out in front of the base smoking when we saw a fire truck sirens ablaze turn onto our little forgotten street. Kevin looked at me and said in mock relief, “Well, thank God, they finally got here!”

    I chuckled and we watched the truck drive up to and park in front of the base. When it was followed by an ambulance, two police cruisers, and a Channel 18 Action News truck, I looked at Kevin and asked, “You were kidding right?”

    He was just as confused as me and said so as two firemen bounded from the truck and wanted to know who had been assaulted. “This is 221 Lee St., right?” We assured them that this was that address but we didn’t know anything about any assault.

    One of the cops corrected the fireman’s mistake: the address was 231, not 221 Lee. As it turned out, a woman had been beaten almost to death at the other end of the block. They didn’t even know if she was going to make it to the hospital. Apparently it all went down while Kevin and I stood there, without us even hearing a thing.
    #13 wale

  • #13 WaleWale is as Wale does. It’s a Wale World.

  • #17 RebekahA low-rent stripper-turned-dispatcher, Rebekah is one of several dozen that have blown through in the past year. (Rick likes to joke that Wale ought to just install a pole in the dispatch office to make the poor girls feel more at home.) As far as I know though, she is the first they put in a cab.

  • #18 Kristina college girl, it seems she blows in with the on-set of winter. Last year it was Junior, this year she is hooking up with Big Daddy. Does this mean if Big Daddy continues on as general manager (as he has been for about six months now) he gets to keep her?

  • #20 RickRick is going to be a grandfather for the very first time (by his son Nick.)

  • #23 big daddy#23 Big DaddyA couple weekends ago while cruising downtown Big Daddy picked up a married couple who argued viciously all the way home. By the time he got them to their Andover home, the wife had taken off the kid gloves and was going for his juggler. She emasculated him in every way she could think of: you get too drunk to fuck… you are too small even when you can get it up…  I should have listened to my mom and married [some other guy.] He made more money than you and I know he had a bigger dick… you can’t satisfy me. I bet the cabbie can fuck me better than you... She ended the tirade by asking Big Daddy if he wanted to fuck. Amused, Big Daddy responded that he didn’t get involved in domestic disputes, all he wanted was to get paid for the ride. She stormed out of the cab. The husband gave him a twenty for the fare and tipped him another twenty, thanking him for not taking her up on her offer. Big Daddy pocketed the $40 and gave him a business card. “Give me a call. If you want, I can not fuck her tomorrow night too.”

  • #24 DennisI love Dennis to death, but I can’t understand a goddamn thing he says. Of course, that’s pretty understandable: he is a perpetually sleep-deprived Nigerian boxer.

  • #25 phil#25 Phil – Phil no longer works for White Cab… yet again. He began flaking out a few months ago: falling asleep on dispatch, missing work entirely, not paying lease, sleeping in his car.

  • #26 Ja-Li – He’s gone. gone. gone! Thank God Almighty, he’s gone at last! Roger!

  • #27 Manna The gift from heaven no longer works for us. When Wale fired him he sold his cab to one of those sneaky underhanded Sheloshes (see #28 Abdul below)

  • #28 Abdul – Abdul’s last name is Shelosh, which if you are a Lexingtonian tells you everything you need to know about Abdul. The Sheloshes run all the Marathon gas stations and most of the check cashing outlets in town; they are as close as Lexington comes to organized crime. Abdul billed himself as the black sheep of the Shelosh family when he came to work for us, which I took to mean that he was the lone honest one in the bunch. That turned out not to be the case, though. The reason he’s the black sheep is that instead of being criminally insane, he is just plain old regular insane. Wale let him go after he showed up at the base late one night and dropped his trousers in front of Big Beth, the dispatcher. Waving his goodies at her, he promised to “take her to heaven.” When she declined, he got angry and busted up the joint with a gigantic wrench.  

  • #31 Jay busily working on my Cabbie Manifesto… it’s gonna be like Chicken Soup for the Frickin’ Cabdriver. (For sample lessons, see Drivers #69, #75, and #77 below. Throw in Truitt’s tendency to run out of gas and that’s about the meat of it.)

  • #36 JeannettaI don’t see Jeannetta a lot these days, as we work diametrically opposing schedules. We text a bit, share some fares, stop and chat when we can if cruise is slow. Once in a blue moon, we will have a quick Signal-36 at her apartment or the base.

  • #44 speedy dave#44 Speedy Dave – Speedy came back to the company for almost a week before we had to repo his car again for non-payment of lease. I haven’t seen him on the road since then and the rumor is that he has stopped driving a cab all together. I blame it all on his succubus.

  • #51 Jamesa surly middle-aged black man who came over from Yellow, James is an anti-social dick. He spends most of his time at the airport so our paths thankfully don’t cross that often.

  • #53 Kofianother reject from Yellow who can’t find his own ass.

  • #59 Lee – Back in the middle of September, Lexington experienced some pretty heavy flash flooding. Two college girls drowned on Alumni Blvd. after being swept into storm sewers. They decided to get out of the taxi they were riding in when it was turned around by the police and attempt to wade home. They didn’t make it. One actually did make it but went back when she heard her friend scream. They were each found over a mile away from where they first went under: one by St. Joe’s, the other by Lafayette High.

    Lee was driving their taxi. He left the company the next week and I haven’t seen him driving a cab since.

  • #66 Neon Leon – The city actually took Leon’s hack permit away for about a week… before giving it right back to him. How does the joke go: only cockroaches, Dick Clark, and Cher will survive the a-bomb? Let’s add Leon to that list.

  • #68 & #86 The Dutch Boys The Dutch Boys joined the Jihad for a few months after (yet another) falling out with Wale over non-payment of lease but have returned in the past couple weeks. Of note: when they left the company all the strays at the base disappeared, since they have come back so have the cats. (There is a joke there somewhere but I’m not going to be the one to make it.)

  • #69 danny#69 Danny Danny is the living incarnation of greed. It is his primary motivating factor. This is not a good quality in a cab driver. There is a reason it is one of the seven deadly sins. Let me tell you a little story about greed, about Danny:

    A couple weekends ago when it was raining so hard, he was dispatched out to the Spearmint Rhino to pick up a stripper. She was ready and waiting when he got there at 3:30. As he pulled away with her in the cab he was flagged down by two guys standing outside the club. They offered him $40 if he would drive them back into town. Without asking the stripper if it was okay, Danny waved them into the cab. He did the same thing with two other fellows at the Shell station next door, again not asking permission from the stripper (whose cab it rightfully was.)


    For those of you who don’t know, strippers jealously guard their privacy. They dance under assumed names, they don’t give out their home numbers, they don’t tell people where they live, and they always have someone (bouncer, boyfriend, etc.) escort them outside to their ride after work. This is just smart because they are at such a high risk for violent crimes.


    As it turns out, all four guys that Danny squoze into the cab had been her customers that night. Now all four of them know exactly where she lives, and two of them even live in the same apartment complex as she does. Of course, that didn’t matter to Danny. What mattered to Danny was the quick $100 he was going to make from that one ride ($40 from each pair of guys and another $20 from the stripper.)


    A couple days later, she filed a complaint with the company through
    Kevin (the next driver to pick her up.) To remedy the situation, Kevin told management about the complaint and then took her on as one of his regulars. Now she calls him direct and rides with no one else. Had Danny acted in a lawful (what he did is against hack regulations) and responsible manner she could have been his regular instead of Kevin’s. But Danny just couldn’t turn down that quick $100. He used those very words later on at the office, when he was scoffing to Big Beth about Kevin’s “whining little ass.” 

    Kevin just shrugged when he heard this from Big Beth, and said, “I make about a hundred a week from her now. So who’s the loser?”


    This is what greed gets you.

  • #75 Big Mike Ironically, the stripper was originally Big Mike’s regular… but then he went on vacation. Instead of having someone he could trust take care of her in the interim (I refer my peeps to Rick, Dennis, or Kevin at night and Rick, Jeannetta, or Bobby during the day) he put her calls on the dispatch board. Lesson: always take care of your people.

  • #77 adel#77 Adel Originally from Pacmanistan, Adel was fired by both Yellow Cab and Jihad Taxi before coming over to us. As crooked as grinch teeth, Adel is likely the most dishonest cab driver in town. He uses every dirty trick in the book to rip people off: he'll run a hot meter, take the long way to destinations, charge by the head, over-stuff his cab with passengers, etc. Get this: he not only scans the competition's air to clip their drivers, but clips any of our own drivers he can.

    But, as we all know, this type of assholery comes back to haunt you: in a 12-hour span last week, Adel had two of the tires on his cab slashed (he thinks it was
    Willie, but we are pretty certain it was
    Luke) and got punched in the face (by Farmer John, a yellow driver Adel clipped at the airport last weekend.) Now, ain’t karma a bitch?

  • #94 Mef – his list of demands didn’t go over well at all with Wale. When Wale told him to stick them up his ass, Mef painted his pimp sled bright yellow and went back to driving for the Empire. 

  • #99 truitt#99 Truitt – in the last couple weeks of December, Truitt was always reminding folks that he wouldn’t be working as a cabbie after New Year’s Eve. He said it was because his baby-mama insisted on him getting a job where he could actually make money. It was at this point I always pointed out that he could make money as a cab driver if he’d ever pull his head out of his ass, it being considerably easier to see the road that way.) None of us believed that he was actually going to quit. Well, it’s been over four months now and we still ain’t got no Truitt. (Personally, I won’t believe he isn’t coming back until next New Year.)

  • #122 Bobby another defector from Yellow, Bobby is a veteran driver. He wears horn-rimmed glasses and is covered with tats. When he isn’t driving a taxi, he plays guitar in a local band. Bobby is good people.

Two years ago today...

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