So long, hackney cab
So we’ve fixed the Passat and installed radios and fare meters and a brand spanking new roof-sign.
No more gazing longingly at bus-lanes in heavy traffic, no more interviewing people outside Tescos who don’t know I’m a taxi driver, no more boring waits in between jobs from the dispatch office!
Yes, groan all you like all you taxi haters and frustrated taxi-drivers, but there’s yet another taxi on the roads. Our taxi, the relaxi-cab. I’m gonna be the best damn Grace Jones ever.
All I have to do now is figure out how to use this fare-meter. The installer didn’t teach us diddly-squat, all the buttons are marked with very obscure words indeed, and as for the manual? Pft… I wouldn’t even wipe my dip-stick with it.
First day tomorrow! Am I scared?
Yes.
The tag challenge
I’m finding myself with spare time suddenly but with nothing much to say. Then I decided that it is very rare for a blogger to post a post and use all of their tags at once (Bloggers such as Brian F and Stupid Irish Daddy are disqualified for lack of imagination of course). This is my challenge, and I’m giving myself an award for it. You can have one too if you can do it.
What is both strange and unusual is that marijuana is illegal. This subject is taboo, but it’s just something to think about. Once one partakes in the activity of having a spliff, one is immediately part of the chain. One is working hand in hand with the drug-lord and his artillery, and my philosophy is that this is unfair burden on us stoners. It’s a little known fact that weed is quite benign, that it’s worst effects are the munchies and diminished brain capacity, but we accept this, and we take responsibility for it quietly and with a few giggles thrown in.
Working the daily job is not easy. Neither is dealing with the family and it’s shortcomings. My weakness is that I would like to sit back and be able to put up with the tripe on the box and find it humourarse. Sometimes it’s nice to listen to music or glance at the uncategorised pleasures of this life and be inspired to write new poems and things. Contrary to public rantings, weed does not generally make us want to take up smack or turn bi-polar.
That’s all I’m saying because this is supposed to be a quickie.
Here’s my award.
Do you want it? I’d offer it up for general grabs but seeing as memememe is one of my tags, I have to name names.
(You know you want it)
