Personnel Officer: So whaddya want to hack for, Bickle?
Travis Bickle: I can't sleep nights.
Personnel Officer : There's porno theaters for that.
Travis Bickle : Yeah, I know, I tried that.
Personnel Officer : So now what do you do?
Travis Bickle : I ride around most nights - subways, buses - but you know, if I'm gonna do that I might as well get paid for it.
I keep getting the worst cab drivers. Am I the only one who thinks that a big part of a cab driver's job is to know where things are? I dont' even know how this happens, because I know that they have to pass tests proving they know their way around the city, but I can't count the number of times I have gotten into a cab and given an address only to have the cab driver ask me where it is. Today the driver (who's name and cab number I was sorely tempted to post) handed me the map book when I didn't know exactly where my destination was located.
Hmmm. Now that I've written that down it all just seems petty. I was incensed at the time, but now that I think about it, I suppose it's a better solution than having him try to read the map while driving, or waiting to start driving until he looks it up in the Perly's.
Okay, so maybe I just need to take a chill pill...
You talkin' to me?
Posted by Ken Allen at October 15, 2004 4:19 PM