HELP HELP HELP

This job has many risks. Dealing with the public has its ups and downs and the other day was another case of the bad. It was the last fare of my shift and I picked up from the new Cosmopolitan Hotel and Casino. Two Men, one in his late 20’s and the other in his 40’s, got in and were drunk as hell. I was able to smell the alcohol before they even sat down. The younger guy gives me the cross streets of Tropicana and Maryland, saying that’s where they live. I start toward that intersection the shortest way possible (which any local would know). The younger man then says,

Him: Oh wait turn there

Me: I thought you said Trop and Mary?

Him: oh yeah ok you know what you’re doing

My first alarm goes off. If he really lives there, why is he trying to make me turn away from his house ? I start really paying attention to what they are saying now and try to get more info from them. I ask for an address and get a street name that is about 3 miles from the intersection they gave. I then ask,

Me: Oh, so are we going to Trop and Mary or Russell and Sandhill?

Older Man: (with a funny look on his face) Oh.. ah …yeah that’s what we said right?

Me: (playing along) I don’t know. Probably, it’s the end of my shift and I forgot what you said.

Older Man: Ok,  just keep going and I’ll tell you where to go

At this point ALL ALARMS are sounding and I try to remember the distress code for dispatch. The men started talking in a whisper and shifting their bodies a lot. I know this is going to turn out bad if I don’t do something. I pick up the radio and give the HELP HELP HELP code to the dispatcher. This code sounds like normal talk to anyone else and because drivers are always talking to dispatch the riding public doesn’t catch on. But after I give the code, the older man starts to cry. I’m confused and realize he knows what I just did. He must have worked for this company before. We’ve had former employees hold our company up before and I figured this was just another one. I hear him say something to the younger man and then  he started giving me random directions. Knowing that the cops should be on their way I continue on the path I gave in the code to dispatch. Next thing I know the old man yells:

Older Man: STOP STOP STOP. Just let us out here. We’re good, here just stop.

Me: Ok, let me pull over.

Younger Man: Here just take this (throwing a 10 dollar bill at me)

I pull over in public view and let them out. They take off running and I give dispatch the all clear and start back to the yard. I started thinking on the way back, I never got scared and my heart didn’t even race during all that. This job has obviously taken its toll on me but caused me to be more street smart than ever before. I didn’t even call the wife or tell anyone about this until now (well I kinda told the wife later that night).

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10 Responses to “HELP HELP HELP”

  1. Damn! That has to got to be unnerving as hell! Like I have said before, you almost have to treat each fare like a cop pulling over a vehicle….. 99% of them are gonna be just fine….but with that other 1%..there is always the possibility of trouble. Keep safe buddy!

  2. I think, just one time, you should try to switch it up a bit. I mean, everyone knows that cab drivers get robbed, right? What about a cab driver robbing his fare? Wouldn’t that be a shocker!

    Just make sure he/she has enough money on them to make it worth it. LOL 🙂

  3. It may rub people the wrong way if I’m wearing a ski mask when they get in the cab but ill try it one day

  4. I agree with Thy – as soon as a fare gets in, use the power locks to lock all doors. Then pull down your ski mask and tell him/her to stick’em up. If they resist, do the Bedouin call (I’ll teach you). Once you’ve scared the shit out of them and they start to hand over their cash, pull off the mask, start laughing and yell ‘Psych!’

    😀

  5. Oh my gosh…just reading that scared the crap out of me. Glad you’re ok!

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