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...presents... San Francisco Cab Driver Stories
by G.A. Ellsworth
7/15/1998-#358
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[Editor's note: This file was originally released in _Cool Beans!_ #6 by
G.A., under the title, "Some San Francisco Taxicab Stories"]
This is a conversation I had with a cab driver who, for obvious reasons,
prefers to remain anonymous. I'll tell you this much though, he doesn't
drive for the company I drive for. - G.A.
G.A.: Let's start with drinking and driving. Have you ever been drunk
while driving cab?
Driver: Never.
G.A.: How about drugs?
Driver: Oh yeah, heroin. In fact, one time... no... more than once, a couple
times... I'd go to work and I'd be high on heroin and I'd stop and
smoke some pot. I'd be driving along and I'd forget where I was and
where I was going. I'd look around and just not know. I've been
driving cab long enough to recognize where I am in any corner in the
city, but there were a couple of times where I panicked because I
didn't know where I was going or why, you know.
G.A.: Did you have passengers when that happened?
Driver: Oh yeah, with passengers. I just faked it. I kept driving straight
till I could figure out where I was. It was just a momentary lapse,
it would come back in about ten or fifteen seconds.
G.A.: Did that scare you?
Driver: No, I felt really stupid actually. More than anything, I felt dumb.
G.A.: You didn't lose control of the car or anything?
Driver: No, I had control of the car. I've never had any wrecks. I like to
be in control, that's why I used to do heroin, because I like to be
in control too much and I had to escape my desire to be in control!
G.A.: Did you feel like you had to do heroin?
Driver: No, I did heroin because I liked heroin.
G.A.: Well then why did you do it at work?
Driver: That was probably when I was strung out. I think I probably did it
a couple times. There was a certain period of time when it was not
that unusual for me to do heroin while I was driving a cab. But it
wasn't a very long time, it was probably over a period of a couple
years or so.
G.A.: Was it the combination of heroin and pot that made you lose it?
Driver: It definitely seemed to be the pot. That was the culprit.
G.A.: What else has happened while you were under the influence behind the
wheel.
Driver: You're probably referring to the story I told you about the drunken
queen I picked up South of Market who was doing amyl nitrate.
G.A.: Well, that was one of the stories I hoped you'd tell me, but I was
just wondering if anything interesting has happened while you were
under the influence driving.
Driver: Well, I never was all that intoxicated. I never actually drove
drunk. I mean, sometimes I'd have a couple of drinks in a bar at the
end of my shift, but basically I wasn't really driving under the
influence at all. All the really truly horrifying or interesting
things that have happened to me have happened when I've been pretty
straight and sober.
G.A.: Tell me about that.
Driver: I've developed this theory that it seems that all the really weird
things that happen to cab drivers happen to them the first couple of
months that they drive cab. They're kind of like prey in the jungle,
like a newborn or something saying "victimize me" and people pick up
that energy. Actually I think it has more to do with they don't know
how to differentiate between fares that will be a problem and fares
that won't. I actually know this guy who got robbed on his first
night driving and continued to drive for a couple of years and got
robbed twice after that. I don't know what it was with this guy, but
he seemed to attract that. In fact, I think he was robbed twice in
his first week. But he kept driving. Actually, the first couple of
weeks that I was driving, I picked up this guy, and it was probably
4:30 in the morning and this was back in the early 80s when there
used to be a lot of bath houses opened, this was before AIDS
and it was common to find a lot of drunken gays down there trying to
get home. This guy, I picked him up and he was pretty out of it. He
was sniffing amyl nitrate and asked me if I wanted some and I said
no. But I had my window mostly rolled up and as he was doing it, I
was kind of getting high off the fumes anyway. I had to roll down the
windows gasping for air. He had asked me if I minded him doing it
and I said "No, I don't care what you do as long as you pay me." So
then he pulls out this dildo, and holds it up and says "I'm gonna put
this in my ass." I just turned to look at him and said "Great." So he
pulled his pants down and pulled his knees up around his ears and
started sticking this dildo in his ass. I just drove and tried to
ignore it. Like I said, I didn't really know any better. I thought
maybe this was what cab driving in San Francisco was about. And
he's sticking it in going "Look at me look at me! Watch me, this is
like my pussy!" And I looked back and it was pretty disgusting and he
kept doing that and I was just trying to get him where he was going.
And he said "It's ok, I'll pay you extra" And that time of the
morning, money was kind of scarce so I was willing to go along with
it. So we keep driving and then he says "I'm gonna jerk off now." And
that's where I drew the line "No, you're not going to jerk off." And
he says "No, it's ok, I'll clean it up, I have a towel! I'll give you
fifteen dollars!" And I thought about it and said "Ok", cause fifteen
dollars is fifteen dollars. So he started jerking off, and he had
this greasy little towel that he wiped it up with after he came.
And then he started sticking his dildo in his ass again. And the next
thing I know he had hung his ass over the front seat and he's
sticking the dildo in and out of his ass right beside my ear. And I
kinda looked over and I was completely flabbergasted and all of a
sudden it dropped out of his ass and onto the seat beside me. It fell
right on top of my waybill and it was just sitting there with the
street lights glistening off of it, and he said "Grab it and stick it
in!" And I said "No, no, I'm not going to do that." And then he said
"I'll give you ten dollars more!" And I said "Oh, ok." And
I shoved it up his ass. Anyway, by that time, we had pulled up to his
apartment building at Hayes and Pierce and I said "Ok, that's it, get
out." And he only gave me like ten bucks extra so I was kind of
pissed. Then he asked me if I would come upstairs with him and he
said, "All you have to do is sit there and watch me jerk off." And I
said "No, you won't, you already ripped me off." So he got out, and
started walking away and I started driving away. I heard him yell,
and I looked in my rear view mirror and he's standing in the middle
of the street with has pants down and he's holding the dildo up in
the air and he turns and he sticks it up his ass.
That was probably my most curious fare.
G.A.: Did you just go home after that?
Driver: No, I finished my shift first.
G.A.: What else has happened to you?
Driver: Well, OK. I've had a few blowjobs while driving. And I've noticed
it becomes extremely difficult to not drive erratically when having
an orgasm in someone's mouth. I was actually coming back from a show
in Palo Alto and I'd decided I wasn't going to drink I was gonna have
to drive back and that the cops were going to be out in full force.
So I didn't drink for the whole show and then after the show I was
going to leave, but the guy who was running the show started setting
up drinks on the bar, and he just lined up ten or fifteen kamikazes
in a row. And I just took a look at them and said, "Aw, what the
hell," and I drank about seven of them in a row. Then I stayed there
for another hour or two and drove back in the van. Which I'm not
particularly proud of, that's one of the few times in my life when I
definitely knew without a doubt that I was too drunk to drive
safely. And I was kind of weaving around the road and I got a blowjob
on the way back too, and that was extremely... uh... that was
definitely... I wasn't staying in my lane.
Driver: Anything weird happen to you since you started driving?
G.A.: Yeah, within the first month of driving, I had every conceivable type
of couple make out in the back of my cab. First it was a guy and a
girl, then it was two guys, then a transvestite and a guy and then a
transvestite and a woman, and then last it was two women. They were
just friends I guess, and they were coming home from a double date
and they just started making out like crazy in the back seat. One of
them was saying, "No, no, the cab driver might be from that HBO show.
He probably has a hidden camera!" And I said "Oh, how did you know?
It's right here in the mirror!" And they freaked out and got really
mad at me! I thought it was funny, but they were really upset.
Driver: I picked up this one guy at the Oasis Motel. It was like 2 in the
morning, and I picked him up on the corner, and he was a young white
guy, tall, normal, good looking guy. And he said, "I've only got five
dollars, can you get me to Union and Larkin?" And I knew it was going
to be a little more than that, but I agreed to take him. He was
eating something out of a styrofoam cup and I didn't really take much
notice of it. So we got there, and the meter had gone to close to six
bucks or something and I'd turned it off and he gave me the five
dollars and said thanks and got out. And then I drove down into North
Beach and I stopped over by the TransAmerica building and this guy
opens the back door and goes "UGH!!" And I turned around and
the last guy had smeared chili all over the back seat!
G.A.: That's totally weird! That's a perfect story. That's exactly what I'm
looking for. Speaking of the Oasis, that's where I got my best ride.
It in the first few months that I had been driving and I got a radio
call to the Oasis. I drove through the little drive-in garage they've
got there and this woman got into my cab wearing a motorcycle leather
and leather pants I think. Anyway, she told me she was going to 44th
and Balboa. I wasn't sure whether it would be quicker to take Turk
all the way or if I should take Geary at that point, so I asked her
which she preferred. She told me she didn't care, that she wasn't a
bitch and that however I drove, as long as she got home she'd be
happy. So I started driving and I asked her how her day had been. She
told me she'd taken the day off from work and that she worked at the
Market Street Cinema [a strip club]. I don't remember exactly
how the conversation went, but I remember not thinking all that much
about the fact that she worked in the sex industry. She asked me
about being a cab driver and then went on to tell me that she had
lived for a number of years in Boston and had done a bunch of work as
an S&M queen and that S&M queens were a dime a dozen in San Francisco
so she wasn't making as much money as she did on the more repressed
East Coast. I nodded and kept driving, then out of nowhere she was
leaning into the front seat saying "You're so sweet! You're such a
sweetheart! You're the nicest cab driver I've ever had! Most other
drivers would have at least asked me for a blowjob by now!" I was
stunned for a second. Then I choked and said "Um, that hadn't really
occurred to me. I mean, we were just talking about work. I uh..."
Then I started wondering if I was weird for not asking her, or if
she was crazy, or what. We arrived at her house, the meter said
twelve dollars and she asked me if I had change for a hundred dollar
bill. I never have change for a hundred dollar bill. Not even if I
really do have change for a hundred dollar bill. You know?
Driver: Yeah. I know.
G.A.: So I said "No," trying to sound as annoyed as possible and she said
she had to run into the house. She left her jacket in the car and
then came back out after a minute and handed me a hundred dollar
bill. I started to say that I didn't have change, but she cut me off
and said "Keep the change." I asked her if she was sure and she said,
"Yep, stay sweet" or something like that and started to walk away.
She turned around before she got to the house and said "That's the
biggest tip you've ever gotten right?"
Driver: Ha! She wanted to make sure!
G.A.: Yeah, it was really strange.
Driver: People want to make some sort of impression on you even when it's a
somewhat anonymous situation.
G.A.: There's this weird class thing that happens too. It seems like most
people who take cab rides assume that the driver is from a lower
class than they are, and that means they can either treat you like a
servant or they figure that you'll do anything for money.
Driver: I quickly end that shit.
G.A.: Yeah, I don't usually say anything to people, but it comes up a lot
that I've been to college and people always ask me why I'm driving a
cab. And I just tell them that I like it, that it's kind of a fun
job. Every once in a while I'll have someone in the back of my cab
talking about something that I know a lot about, like computers or
desktop publishing or something and I'll wait for an opportunity to
correct them on something, or offer up an answer to a question
they're asking the other person. It's really fun when it's something
really nerdy like a Unix shell account discussion or something. It
really hurts their minds when I can participate in a conversation
with them about something they can't comprehend a cab
driver knowing anything about. But you know, it seems like most
people want to ask me "What else do you do?" I don't want to talk
about Cool Beans! all the time, so sometimes I make something up and
flat out lie to them.
[end]
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