Not the best of days
it’s been quite a while since I last blogged, not for not wanting to but really having Time to and to think through what to say, all my old blogs are just me rambling on and sorry this ones no better.
I’ve now been driving my cab for Just over 23 years and it’s only been the last few years that’s really taken its toll.
I’m now working longer days to to support my family.
Since the onslaught on London by the American transportation company Uber, work has taken a nose dive.
I’m all for change and competition as long as it’s fair.
Uber and the private hire trade is unlawful and unjust in the manner to which they operate.
I don’t blame Uber, I blame our licensing body, TFL, Transport for London for allowing them to operate unlawfully.
My day started badly, I managed to get to my usual Pret a Manger coffee shop at the top of Great Portland Street, a much needed coffee to kick start my day.
just as I was about to take a bite out of my high fibre muffin, there’s a tap on the window, can you take me to Park square East,just before I dropped her off I was offered a job on gett taxi, I pressed the except instead of reject button, all I could think of was to get to my bank in Marylebone high street, I needed to deposit my previous nights earnings.
I was just about to get in me cab that I noticed something on my windscreen and a traffic warden nodding her head, I said why, I wasn’t that long, she said I was more then three minutes.
This is a bad start to my day.
It was only when I got back into my cab that I noticed a missed call after leaving the bank that jogged my memory,I quickly called to check he still wanted the cab,he did, I apologised and quickly drove to Hallam street, lucky it wasn’t far, he was waiting on the pavement for me, he asked to go to Crawford street, I said no problem and started driving towards charlotte street before my punter rightfully said, are we going the right way.
I couldn’t apologise enough and asked where abouts
In Crawford street he wanted, I made my way there along the Marylebone road to get there as fast as possible, on the way I tried explaining how my crappy and tiring week went, he was ok and then explained he’s had a similar type of week, after turning back towards Crawford st from Tottenham Court Road I turned my meter off and didn’t switch it back on, he noticed when he got out, I told him that I wasn’t going to charge him, he thanked me.
Thank god that was the worst thing I did all day but there were several near misses with Minicabs and even a Bus cut me up going round Trafalgar square, non of which were my fault i’m glad to say.
I Nearly forgot to mention, I apologise to the cab driver that I nicked a job from earlier at Rotunda.
I hope your day has gone better then mine. Be lucky and keep those doors locked.