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Cabhack Confessions: Tuesday...I get told
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Wednesday, May 23, 2007. Tuesday.I get told. Every once in a while a fare will come up that leaves me with a new perspective, or simply shaking my head. Today I had one that did both. We exchanged greetings, and I asked where she'd like to go. Take me to Dr. Marion's office.". Ok" I paused. "Where is that? She looked at me, mildly aghast at my ignorance, and the ease with which I exposed it. You must be new in town.". She had a way of clipping her words that made me feel she found me somehow lacking.
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Cabhack Confessions: Prom Night
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Saturday, June 2, 2007. I had just finished a day working with a friend in his contracting business, and was about to crack a cold one, when a voice called tentatively from my porch. I went to the door to find a cabbie co-worker standing there, uncertain if he had the right place. Did you know you're due for a Limo run in Stittsville in 27 minutes? Stupid questions come to me effortlessly. Knock on the door. I think they're out back. Someone will help you out.". I knocked, and was greeted by the young la...
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Cabhack Confessions: June 2007
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Monday, June 18, 2007. I drive only on weekends now, so the opportunity for material is somewhat reduced. Thanks to all who repeatedly visit in search of more posts detailing my unremarkable life as Cabhack. I'll try to post at least one a week, unless I find nothing halfway amusing to write about. Damn, I wish I could whistle like I used to.". And Footnote to Sunday's post. One of them bellowed in my direction. They boarded, one up front, one in back. How are ya tonight? Well, The Thirsty Moose. That se...
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Cabhack Confessions: A Day Off With the Puppy
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Thursday, June 4, 2009. A Day Off With the Puppy. I wish what follows was a fictional account of the start to my day. Sadly, every word is true. Do I clean my foot first, and then the puddles, before heading upstairs? Now I sit, idly sipping coffee, anticipating the inevitable knock upon my door. It will be the police, investigating reports of a flasher in the area. "You seem to fit the description", he'll say. "Where were you, and what were you doing at 6:47 this morning? Optimistic, but struggling.
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Cabhack Confessions: Another Saturday Night
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Sunday, May 6, 2007. I drove the mean and comedic streets of this small town again last night, and an early incident underscored the reason for the existence of this modest blog. So patience while I cue the music. It was more pathetic than touching, more plea than pledge, and it was the last marginally coherent thing he said before falling from his chair to his knees, and finally to his face, as the floor rushed up to greet his brow, and rest upon his cheek. December 30, 2009 at 6:10 AM. Url=http:/ www&#...
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Cabhack Confessions: March 2010
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Thursday, March 18, 2010. My day so far. Return to shower prep, and feel the water. Still cold. It’s taking its time this morning. Continue golfing. Try to focus on keeping left arm straight, getting hands high. Instead become entranced by man boobs swinging rhythmically, flowing pendulously like two water balloons changing direction. (Note to self: work on setting swing rhythm from motion of mammalian fun-bags. Must use whatever is at my disposal to improve.). Links to this post. View my complete profile.
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Cabhack Confessions: Chihuahua Alchemy
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Saturday, May 26, 2007. My radio crackled instructions, as I drifted near sleep on a quiet Friday evening. Pick up Bowling Alley, headed to Moffatt.". Copy Bowling Alley" I returned, feigning interest. And failing. Hi there. Where are you headed? Holy hell.holy f- -ing hell.". I know, I know.but where are you headed? I can be a smart-ass, even when there's nobody around to appreciate it. Where are you headed Mister? No" He managed to slur the one syllable. Call the dispatcher.he knows me.". Given my grow...
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Cabhack Confessions: June 2009
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Thursday, June 4, 2009. A Day Off With the Puppy. I wish what follows was a fictional account of the start to my day. Sadly, every word is true. Do I clean my foot first, and then the puddles, before heading upstairs? Now I sit, idly sipping coffee, anticipating the inevitable knock upon my door. It will be the police, investigating reports of a flasher in the area. "You seem to fit the description", he'll say. "Where were you, and what were you doing at 6:47 this morning? Optimistic, but struggling.
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Cabhack Confessions: A Footnote to Sunday's Post
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Cabhack Confessions: I meet a little girl
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Thursday, June 7, 2007. I meet a little girl. Regularly driving drunks and other assorted addicts about tends to generate callouses on my empathy receptors. But a recent fare blew a fresh breeze into an otherwise blue cheese kind of day. I settled into my seat, and asked her if she'd seen anything she liked. I'm sorry, I was just looking.” she said apologetically, but not meekly. Do you like cookies? I had a suspicion. Yes" One word, but her tone suggested I was, somewhat lamely, stating the obvious.