Wheels of Misfortune

About the Book

Here are the tales of a twenty-one year relationship with taxi madness. It seemed at times the folks who called for a cab in Ocean City were either insane or stupid beyond normal comprehension. These were my customers and I never knew what kind of creature would be riding with me, until I arrived of course and saw them standing at the curbside. Sometimes it would be some felonious creature, fresh from prison, wielding various weaponry. One could tell from a distance this was not going to be a good situation. And so at such times I would hastily leave the vicinity. Sadly this happened fairly often. The yells of rage and various hand gestures of the would be customer was added incentive to get the heck away from there. What a spectacle to behold in my rear view mirror. No need to invite trouble or mayhem after all. Our dispatchers, most of them former felons themselves, would understand that certain scary individuals need not be picked up. This, to avoid ending up in the various sections of the local newspaper that dealt with violent death. Particularly the Obit column. It was only due to my keen sense of self preservation and aversion to pain that I was fortunate to avoid said encounters with the minions of the Grim Reaper. These tales of Taxi woe came upon me during my years of diligent public service to my community and my wallet. My wife had needs after all and it was my DUTY to provide for her many pairs of shoes, (over 300 pairs for heavens sake), and clothing which she shopped for and then never wore. They were interesting times to say the least. Enjoy the tales, I lived them and you can read from a safe distance. LOL

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