When I first arrived in Orlando in 2008, I didn't have a ride.
I was in a new office, with new people, as I had just been moved from Kansas City.
I donated my old car before I left KC, with the idea that I would quickly pick something up better down here.
Guess again.
I discovered (at the DMV no less) that a fender bender I had in 1978, had rendered a judgment against me for $750.00.
That was in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
I could not renew my drivers license (which expired the month I moved down here) and that meant no new ride.
I rode in the back seat of a cab for almost six months, as the lawyers worked it out.
Yeah, yeah, I know, but do you have any idea how hard it is to rid oneself of a 30 year old obstacle that no one had a record of?
Luckily, I met Tom and Rick who were brothers, and drove cabs.
In deep red Florida, both were liberals and we bonded quickly.
Tom was 60+ and he said he was a ex-lawyer out of Houston, who got disbarred after a deal went down where he was cut out by a little known company called Halliburton.
Rick was the younger of the two and he always had some deal in the works, and driving a cab was simply a placeholder until something else kicked in.
They got me back and forth for months on end.
I always tipped well, and that led to them eventually just turning the meter off, and taking me the 2 miles to my office off the books.
I even got my first bag of weed from one of them and believe me, when you are trapped at home for six months with no ride?
You need some weed.
Sometimes they did very well.
Three or four hundred bones in a day.
Other times, they barely covered their gas and the taxi rental, and some days it wound up costing them money, as they made virtually nothing.
And this is ORLANDO mind you.
Home of the Mouse and you would think that there would be enough tourists to go around.
Guess again.
The day I got my drivers license was the happiest day of my life and a cab took me there to do it.
Tom also drove the cab to the dealers lot so I could pick up my new ride and that was the last time I rode in the back seat.
These guys are still my friends, and I have to say I learned something by watching and talking to them.
I learned this...
I don't want to drive no freaking cab.
Unless I have to.
edited to add I am a dumb ass.
I forgot this, a must read.
http://www.zenmoments.org/the-cab-ride-ill-never-forget/