I’ve been doing this now for 47 years. Got my Black Cab license when I was 20 and never looked back unless it was in the rear view mirror. Never wanted to do anything else.
And you, have the great honour of being the last fare of my last shift.
I’ve taken punters to every life event you can mention. Births (two in the cab), deaths (be careful taking corners if it was a cremation), thousands of holidays, drunk nights out (I’ll fine you if you’re sick in my cab). All the bodily fluids have touched that back seat, as well as quite a bit of kebab meat.
Some people like a chat, others don’t. I put the radio on if they don’t want to talk, see? You’re quite quiet but I suppose I’m doing all the talking, aren’t I!?
I’ve had quite a few death threats. Lost count of the number of knives I’ve seen. One guy pulled out a sawed-off shot gun but he didn’t say anything. Just sat in the back then tipped a tenner. None of my business.
People can be quite racist but I just shrug it off. As long as they pay. I’ve had to drive a few fares to the police station.
They’re not all like that. I’ve got one regular airport lady who insists on bringing me back Turkish Delight from her holidays. Every time. I don’t really like it but I smile and keep it for the missus.
I don’t know if I’ll miss all my customers, but I’ll definitely miss some.
Is this you? Nah you don’t owe me anything mate. Last fare. You’re free.
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