Seal Team Six Taxi Driving

Posted: 14th July 2014 by Taxi Hack in Uncategorized

I picked up a guy a week or two ago who was in his mid 30s that looked a little scruffy, covered in tats and a very wild and woolly beard. He wanted to go to a low-budget, no-name, mom-and-pop motel a few miles away. He looked a little sketchy, but I noticed that he had the eagle and anchor Marine Corps emblem tattooed on his forearm, and I said, “Marine Corps, huh?”

He said, “Yes Sir, two tours in Afghanistan.”

As I have said before, I always thank a member of our military whenever I encounter them, and I said, “Thank you for your service. I think you should hear that every damn day for the rest of your life, and your first beer should be free anywhere you go.” He said he really liked that idea.

So we are chatting on the way, and it turns out he is on an interesting bucket-list sojourn. He is a huge baseball fan, and has decided to spend the summer traveling the country, and he is going to see a game in every MLB stadium in America. While I am not a big baseball fan, that does sound like a really awesome thing to do. So after talking to him for a few minutes, I decided that this scruffy looking guy was actually pretty cool. He told me that he just decided one day to stop shaving and go on this adventure in baseball, and that explained his wild, unkempt beard.

So we were driving to his destination, and he used a bit of taxi driver lingo that surprised me. He asked me if I was “making a good book”. That is taxidriver speak for “are you making good money”.

I said, “Oh, you have driven a taxi before…”

He replied, Yes Sir… six years as a hack…”

I said, “The Marine Corps AND taxi driving? You must be a serious glutton for punishment… what the hell is wrong with you?”

He laughed and said, “I don’t know, man…” I asked what he thought was crazier, taxi driving or Afghanistan, and he said, “That’s a tough call… this is one fucked up way to make a living…”

I said, “Finally, someone who can relate to this job! I tell people all the time how crazy this gig is but they just don’t really get it. I was never in the military, but I would bet that one similarity between the military and driving a taxi is that you can listen to your Uncle Joe tell you stories about Vietnam, but unless you have been down in the mud and the crud and the blood, you really don’t understand…”

He laughed, and said that was a very astute observation. “And the later it gets, the more whacked out the people get.”

I replied, “You got that right… but I get crazies at all times of the day… it just blows my mind. Back when I started this job, I thought my dispatcher was intentionally steering me the freaks to see if the new guy could cut it… but then I realized that the people I pick up in front of bars are just as freaky as the people he was sending me to get. And this town isn’t some huge metropolis… I can’t imagine doing this job in Vegas or Miami or New York or LA… what kinda shit show must that be…?”

The guy is laughing, and I asked, “Where did you drive?”

He looked at me and said flatly, “New Orleans.”

I busted out laughing and said, “Dude! Holy shit! That’s like Seal Team Six taxi driving! I’m not qualified… I’m in the presence of greatness… Your stories have to blow mine away…”

He laughed, and I regret that we don’t have time for him to tell me some of his stories, as we are at his destination. He gave me twenty bucks on an eleven dollar fare, and I gave him a card for my blog and told him to post up a comment so I would know he had visited, but I haven’t seen him yet.

Dude, if you read this, post up a comment… I’d be thrilled to post some of your stories here, if you would like to write them down…

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  1. tic ... tic ... BOOM says:

    Been to NOLA in April. Stayed in the French Quarter. Only took 1 taxi ride to and from Willie Mae’s for fried chicken. Very disappointing, the fried chicken that is. The drivers were very nice. Saw 1 vicious assault on Bourbon Street near 5-6 strip clubs. A Black guy in a gorilla outfit beat the crap out of a White guy he thought was getting too friendly with a young White boy. Gorilla guy took off his hood and told White guy to leave the young White boy alone. White guy, seemingly drunk, didn’t listen. Gorilla guy gave him 4-5 roundhouse punches. White guy falls to the ground. My wife wanted to stop the fight. I grabbed her arm and told it was not our fight and we do not want to be witnesses. Great food at Deanie’s. If I go back, I want to take a gun, though.

  2. B.C. says:

    I wonder if being a taxi driver in Crapcanistan is anymore dangerous than being one in Chocolate City? I hope he drops you a line and decides to share some of his stories.

  3. Woofman says:

    When the Wirecutter recommend the Pig Trap I really enjoyed your style of writing and went back and read everything on this blog. I miss you when you are gone. I hope you are okey

    • Randy Vickery says:

      Missing a good story from you. Have you died and not told anyone? Are you sitting in your Lazyboy with bugs crawling from you ears?

  4. George Papagiorgio says:

    I’ve had some pretty damn incredible cab drivers over the years. The salty retired SFC on Leonard Wood….

    The hilarious Turk in Istanbul that played the “Beastie Boys” tape on the drive back to Cakmakli….

    The “rode hard and put away wet” mom in Las Vegas that gave my wife and I the best tips on where to eat and how to save money….

    Then there was Rickey Bobbie in Wichita Falls, Texas who was wearing a Dale Earnhardt hat and shirt, and when we offered him $10 to go through a drive through drove like Dale Earnhardt so that he could keep the whole $10 without his dispatcher knowing I guess.

    Talk to them like they’re family and most of the time you’ll get great tips on the locale. Tip them to pay it forward.