Posted on Monday, January 26, 2009
in Taxi driving
TAT and I share an hour’s overlap in the mornings, just as I wake up and he returns from work. This gives us enough time to catch up on each others news and provide a redux of the things that need knowing. It would be much nicer quality time if mommy wasn’t such a grumpy bitch at that hour, but I do my best.
“I ordered a tank of oil, the cat’s been fed, and I’ve left the ESB bills out for sorting. They’re over there.” He gestured with his cigarette.
“Umm.” I mumbled into my coffee cup while half-tuned to CNN.
“Oh, and there’s an Xbox over there”
“Umm?” My attention reefed from the telly, I looked over my shoulder and sure enough there was indeed an Xbox console sitting on the kitchen table. “What the…”
TAT regaled the tale of a rather ostentatious young man who’d been kicked out of a bar at silly o’clock this morning for being a pillock. No other driver would take him, given that he was pretty belligerent and was whingeing about wanting to be let back in. He got into the cab, and by the time he’d finished moaning and ranting about the bouncers they were almost at his destination, at which point he confided in TAT that he had no money, that he’d left his jacket behind in the pub.
Potentially €30 down, TAT began to grow pretty belligerent himself and told the kid that in no uncertain terms was he getting away with a free ride, that collateral would do until funds became available.
The kid disappeared into his house, and returned cradling his Xbox.
“This is my baby, man, I’ll be wanting this back, ok? Seriously. It’s the love of my life.”
“That’s up to you, mate.” TAT supplied receipts and did everything but write his number on the kid’s forehead. He drove away, baby on board.
Oh don’t look at me like that. If that’s not a Call of Duty then what is?!