I was dropping off a group of partiers in LODO (LOwer DOwntown Denver --10th biggest party/nightclub/dance spot area in the nation for those reading outside Colorado). They exit the cab, and a very drunk yupster (zillion dollar designer khakis, polo t-shirt, 8 zillion dollar toothy smile and 50 dollars worth of crosseyed polluted) jumps in…
Ahh late night cab scammers. Or how to spot a cockroach after 2am in a taxi.
So my last call of the evening I get what I like to think of as "THE COCKROACH CALL". What is that you ask? It's a scumbucket who waits until the suburban area buses quit running after 2am...no phone and almost always a destination to the other side of town. Oh, and the capper...no money. …
Elvis in the back seat
So I haven't done a cab story in a bit. Mostly because most of the stories tend to repeat and I've put out some of the "best of" on this blog already...but last night...ahh last night was worth writing about. Middle of the evening, one of the dive bars that I handle "direct" calls me.…