Cabbie hack

This driver lives here in Las Vegas. He works in Las Vegas, has been talked to about and must know about all the cameras this town, especially the ones on the strip. I know as a cab driver myself we have taken a massive pay cut. Not in a million years would I ever think about trying to rob a casino. I think if I had to resort to crime, I would sooner hold up a bank than ever try to hold up one of our casinos. Look up when walking around a casino. Try and find all of the cameras clustered across the ceiling then I would guess you would have to double that number.

Oh wait no, I mean…would you even pick your nose in one of these places? Ok that title may sound a little harsh but until you pick up two trashy transvestite hookers you have no room to judge. Being a hack in Vegas you learn that taking hookers around town is part of the job.

Much like any other person getting in my cab, some are cool and others are a royal pain in the ass. Today was one of those days where they were a pain in the ass. Let me start at the beginning of the day. The day started the night before when all three kids decide it would be fun to be sick together I think I pissed them off somehow and they are getting back at me. So the wife and I are up and down all night tending to them. I finally get up for the day and do my last rounds of temps and head to work.

I get my paperwork and go to get my cab which is sitting at the gas pumps still. It takes about an hour to get another cab. I score a credit card cab and jump on the first call that came over the radio. I pull up to the house and call the number. Next thing I know, the guy is coming out with three suitcases and throws them at the cab before turning back around and going in. I look up at the house to see two heavy-set girls walk out wearing skin-tight rags and heals as high as the empire state building.

Now I know this is going to be a shit ride. I get out and load the bags in the cab. The girls wedge themselves into the back seat and off we go.

Before I get off the street I ask where they are headed. I get them the best rate and start toward the Rio. On the way there I hear Blondie talking crap about the guy they just left. She made a phone call to someone and started yelling even more. The way she was talking I was sure they were transvestites.

Then it came out, her real voice, her deep male voice. I started to laugh out loud and had to turn up the music to cover it. I pull up to the Rio and got out to open the door and unload the bags. I see Blondie digging in her purse and starting to cry. This is never a good sign. I go back around and sit while she digs. The brunette starts going over the events from the night and says the key words. The bad thing is, drivers who are dumb enough to fall for this most of the time end up having the girl run out on them without paying.

So about 40 minutes go by and they are still digging and crying. So I ask you….. I start most mornings these days in the north part of town. This area has it all, from drugs and gangs to the high and mighty rich. On the west side you have some of the rich mixed in with a lot of upper middle class, which is topped off with the middle class. The central zone is full of middle class with a small dusting of poor and a hint of upper class.

You get a lot of short Walmart rides and a ton of cross town rides. Finally, we have the east side which has a lot of lower middle class, military and the dirt ass poor. This is an area with streets named A-N running north and south and Presidents names running east and west.

Over all, this zone has a ton of rides all day long. Now with that out of the way, back to why I brought this up. I was on my way back to the downtown area after dropping off in the northeast zone. Whenever I deadhead back from an area, I pull into every possible place that may have fares waiting. About two blocks from Fremont Street , while waiting for the light to turn green, I hear someone yelling. As I turn to see whats going on, I see a lady running up to my cab waving her arms.

Being the kind of person I am, I unlock my doors and tell her to get in. She explains that she missed her bus and when the cab she called showed up, he rolled his window down asking where she was going and then sped off when she gave him the cross streets. I asked where that was going and she said Madison and C Street.

Now I know this area very well and know that she is going to a highly active gang and drug area. This is the type of area that has the cops arresting people at gun point on every other street. There are probably more cops in this 5 mile area of town then there are on the strip. So I get the cross streets and off we go.

She starts chatting it up about how there are not many driver that will just take her all the way home. Yes, acording to this guy Facebook is the President of the world. The only thing that ever changes on this guy is some of his accessories. Not too long ago, I finally had a chance to try to talk with him.

I was on a charter and while parked outside of a store he walked by. I honked my horn and waved him over. He stopped and looked at me with a worried look on his face. I asked if I could talk to him for a minute.

I explained that I had seen him all over town and was wanting to ask a few questions so I had answers for my customers who asked about him.

He turned and ran with his flag tucked under his arm, waterbottle and craisens in one hand and waving to me with the other. So I have a new mission. Yes, I will not be happy until I can get this guy to talk to me. I picked up a lady headed to church. She says she nearly 80 years old and this is her first time out of her home state of Iowa. I ask how she decided Las Vegas for her first trip?

She says it was where her sister wanted to go for her 85th birthday. The small chat continues for a while then she asks the big question…. I asked my bellman what the AVN is I keep hearing about.

So what is it? She Started in on 20 questions. What kind of award show is it? Well, its like the Oscars but not…. Do you think I would still be able to buy tickets? I love award shows. I would love to see stars walking the red carpet. This award show is for adult entertainment not your normal movies. The people there are getting awards for being in those type of movies. She was shocked and turned beet red, as did I.

It felt like I just got done having this talk with my own grandma. The trip was almost done at this point but I was scared that she would keep asking so I simply turned the radio up as I pulled up to the church.

I quickly jumped to open her door. First call of a VERY slow morning was a no go. I pull up to this little dive bar in North Las Vegas where I pick up at least ten times a week.

They never go far but a ride is a ride. It was slow that morning so I sat and waited. Soon the door flew open and a guy comes stumbling out. He holds the railing on the walkway heading to the cab. As the rail ends he makes a leap of faith toward the cab and falls up against it.

Off they went and so did I with the meter shorted but my pocket a little fatter. I pull up to a hotel that has the hottest night club in Vegas and get one guy going to another hotel on the opposite end of the strip.

About half way there he hands me a one hundred-dollar bill and asks if I could wait for him. He assured me that it would only take him about 10 minutes and he was ok with that deal. Then there's a strangely mute taxi driver in New York who fails to rise to even the most outrageous bait. All rights reserved. Home Thesaurus Taxi-driver Taxi-driver synonyms. Filters 0. Category: most common Unique synonym related.

Part of speech:. It is possible that its origin came from the French word haquenee. This word was used for a horse whose gait was much smoother than that of a traditional horse, because the right legs or left legs moved in tandem instead of the traditional cross gait of a trot.

This was much more comfortable for ladies who rode sidesaddle since it was much less jarring. And the term might have come from a borough in London called Hackney.

By the way, in the UK, motorized hackney cabs are black instead of yellow as is traditionally true in the US. In fact, the yellow medallion taxis have a tradition dating back to the 's. Indeed, they are one of the lasting enterprises of New York City. Just in the last decade, over 1, new medallions have been auctioned off by the city.

The winners are either driving now or they have sold their licenses at a profit to present medallion owners. This allows you to hack or drive a yellow cab. Indeed, having this license can be worth a lot to you.

If you have the hack license, you are one of the select drivers who can pick up hails, or people with their hand raised, on the streets of New York City.