This time I want to write about my friend who works as a taxi driver. He decided to share his indignation with me somehow. The thing is that he taxis in his car and somehow it turns out that there are often conflicts with people.
Probably everyone knows that the most baked places on public transport stops, there he is always waiting for the client. Interestingly, conflicts arise not with the passengers he drives, but with the people standing at the bus stop. They go back and forth, rubbing against his car, and in the end he remains guilty.
Well, think about it. A few days ago, he stands there, doesn't touch anyone, and then a comrade comes up and says - Go ahead, it's uncomfortable getting on the bus! He did not understand the claim at all. His car is not in the middle of the road, but neatly, next to the sidewalk.
Or his aunt approaches somehow and declares that his car's exhaust emissions do not give him anything to breathe at the bus stop, that he is a tunneler, a bummer, and in general, that he wears such land. And what about sitting in a cold car in the freezing cold? He shouted back to her that all normal people drive their cars instead of standing at bus stops waiting for the bus. It would be nice if he hurt somebody, because he didn't hurt anybody with a finger, and there is a constant swearing.
There was another case. Also worth it, a strange person comes up and says that they brought the goods to the store and asks to leave. I tell him - Mil is a man, if he leaves, then he will be replaced by someone else and the other one will earn money, not him. In general, we argued with him for five minutes until a woman sat down and they left.
It is good that the passengers are all normal, otherwise I do not know how he would have withstood such stress. There are, of course, sometimes squeezes, but it's rare. One of them was taken to the center of the city, got into traffic jams and got to the place of forty minutes. When we arrived, he said that he paid 500 rubles. The passenger was green and shouted - We only drove 4 km! I told him that I didn't know anything, the car was mine, so the tariffs were mine too, and in general, we were going by traffic jams!
Conflicts are not limited to the area of stops. Because of the constant rush, he often has to break traffic rules. If you slip through the yellow one, then you accidentally cut someone off, then the road will not give way.
According to my personal observations, the cooler the car, the calmer and more adequate the driver. Sometimes, some cool jeep will blink with headlights, they say, go through. Of course, I will honk him, thank him. And sometimes you are in a hurry, you ask to skip, and all sorts of simple Toyota, Nissan or Renault stand in any place. Apparently, people in them feel deprived of life and do not miss any opportunity to make someone sick.
I keep silent about women driving, this is the subject of a separate conversation, no nerves will be enough with them. Often tense men who barely drag on the road. Signal them, making it clear that I'm in a hurry, and they seem to not hear, continuing to crawl at the speed of a turtle. It feels like no one is in a hurry, everyone is following the rules.
One thing is good, all these torments are paid for with money. He does tricky: in winter, in the coldest part of the year, we raise the fare twice as much. Nobody wants to stand in the cold, so everyone pays well! For a season it is possible to earn normally that in the summer not to strain especially.
Generally, the life of a taxi driver is not easy. All day long you go somewhere, or just sit in the car. Here now, while there was a free minute, I try to write this note. I hope today he won't have to fight with anybody, because we got it.