Taxi Cab Confessions
Posted Mar 25, 2011 by Cabby D. | 657 views | 5 comments
Some of the
joys and pains of being a public transport driver can be experienced in taxi cab
confessions. There is no more boring and perfect passenger as the ones who
simply tell you where they are headed, sit there and pay up when they alight.
Those are rarities.
I have listened to people unburden their hearts on me as if I were some priests. The bad guys are the worst: the bragging thieves, corrupt public officials, illicit lovers, wife-beaters, even a few men who claim to be serial killers. These simply can’t stop talking. I sit there, listening with half my mind and keeping an eye on them at the back seat.
A man once came in and confessed to killing his family. What was I to do? I drove him where he wanted and let him off. Another said he just bankrupted his company. A sobbing woman claimed she just poisoned her abusive husband. A young girl laughed as she told me she has HIV and is sleeping with any man she meets.
I have no choice but to keep the driver-passenger confidentiality because I am illegal here.
Commented Mar 7, 2013 by anonymous
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Commented Mar 3, 2013 by anonymous
Taking the oveirvew, this post hits the spot
Commented Mar 26, 2011 by turbo
you may be right, friend. imagine the crime that would be wiped out! ;)
Commented Mar 25, 2011 by anonymous
I think the cabs and cops should switch places and cars :)