“Hiding in plain sight” is cliché with meaning for criminals who know how to translate its idea into practice. Taxi driving as an occupation has a mixed reputation depending on licensing procedures. Large metropolitan areas such as New York and San Francisco have several hoops a prospective driver must jump through to get an operator’s license. I worked for a small midwestern cab company during a semester break and was the only employed person, including the owners, without a criminal record. There is also a “gray” market, not quite illegal, which used to be known as “gypsy” cabs. Big ride-sharing conglomerates such as Uber and Lyft have spurred a decrease in the “gypsy” transport trade.
Taxi drivers are a rich source of stories for writers; every fare picked up is a different chapter. I found the experience overwhelming and after three months became one of those “I’ve heard it all now,” people. But I had not heard it all. It was one of the more fascinating jobs I had as a second job when having time off from seasonal teaching. I’m sure I won’t do it again because I live overseas and such type of employment for a foreigner is not allowed. I looked forward to each of the three experiences I had, each one lasting three months in three very different States and found that three months was my burnout point as a taxi driver.
Taxis and their drivers become familiar, and this leads to a security concern. Taxis are permitted access to reserved areas where other traffic is not allowed. Think of the individual lanes set up in airports. Even.in my small midwestern city, I was able to drive onto the flight line and visit different areas of flight operations. I am confident security people are fixing this problem. Right. In line with this thinking, my story, below.
I am a big fan of Twittering Tales by Kat Myrman, but I have somehow dropped out of the loop of receiving automatic posts from her blog or alerts for the next Tale. I must check each Tuesday for the latest prompt. For most of you, this may not be a problem. Watch for the alert and join the fun.
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Twittering Tales #149 – 13 August 2019
After years behind a desk, Ellie decided to make a change. Sure, she could’ve gone Uber or Lyft, but her old clunker was a wreck. At “Checkered” they provided the wheels and a paycheck.
She had some wild stories. Like that time she delivered twins. Too bad I’m out of characters…
Medallion fees and Uber meant bankruptcy. Culik purchased taxis and permits cheap; they allowed access to airports. Instant communication app WA made sure he met assigned drugged passengers. Culik’s contract was for comatose bodies returned home to prove family honor restored.