My column for The S.F. Examiner published on Nov. 29, 2018 …
Not all rides are equal. Even if they start at the same point, destinations vary
so drastically — and financially — that entire shifts can hang in the balance of one arbitrary decision.
In my early days of driving a taxi, I approached each intersection with a quandary: What’ll happen if I turn right? Will I hit pay dirt by taking a left instead? Or does my fortune lie straight ahead?
After a while, I realized there’s nothing certain about taxi driving, every move is a gamble and the only way to avoid going insane is by letting fate determine your trajectory.
Nowadays, when I leave the National yard, my usual thought is, So… where are the taxi winds going to take me tonight?
Even though getting Zen about cab driving may lead to warm and fuzzy feelings, there are hundreds of taxi drivers on the streets, who are all in direct competition with each other and couldn’t care less about your inner serenity.
It’s only a matter of time before your phlegm is put to the test.
Read the rest here.
[photo by Christian Lewis]