Cab Tales...Stuff

A lot of strange things happened while I drove cab, but it is necessary to point out that these interesting incidents are punctuated by hours upon hours of boredom.

Occasionally though, things got interesting. I think back to the apprehension of the man that stole Shasta's life from her, and how, when I was driving, after the bar crowd had been taken home, I would have been at Denny's that night, and would have immediately dove into the deal.

On another occasion, I was driving the Photographer Son of a prominent Innkeeper late one night. They wanted to visit the cash machine at what was the bank at 3rd or 4th and Sherman. The only problem was that in circling the block to hit the cash machine, I used the alley between Sherman and Mullan.

Exiting an alleyway can be tricky, since if you are tired, and careless, and enter a one way street, you can find yourself going the wrong way. I did, and the City's finest was right on it. Unfortunately, and incidentally, I would like to see this changed, there were no one-way arrows pointing which way was one way, when exiting the alley.

Fortunately, as the aforementioned passenger got out and used the cash machine, the officer warned me and let me go. The Coeur d'Alene Police were pretty good about letting simple stuff slide, as long as the violation wasn't a safety issue. Later, a young Red Head Rookie tagged me twice in the hwy 95 35MPH zone while in an emphasis patrol.

That pretty much ended my cab career as I couldn't afford the insurance rates that the tickets earned me. (The violations were 8 and 9 miles over the limit after 2:30 AM without any conflicting traffic)