6 to 6: No Way

Costco fares are the pits. Negotiating my cab into the Costco parking lot on Saturday afternoon is like trying to fit a camel into a preacher’s…


6 to 6: 112 Degrees

I was driving my cab through the parking lot of a monstrous apartment complex yesterday trying to scan the apartment numbers. Where the hell was…


6 to 6: Book People

I am on the freeway in my taxi going the speed limit with a passenger lady reading her book in the back seat. Without warning, a truck darts in front…


6 to 6: You Can Have a Seat, Sir

In my cab, I will often be called to pick up someone from a medical facility. It happens frequently that when I arrive, the patient/passenger is not…


6 to 6: The Hideaway

A tiny provincial airport in the desert north of Tucson. The land was flat and sandy, creosote and cactus. Loose volcanic rock that looked like it…


6 to 6: Late

She is the color of dusty coffee. She climbs slowly in the front seat of the cab, all 92 years of her. She has to go to the doctor. “Good morning,…


6 to 6: My Other Jacket

I came home from driving the cab all day and I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to be in my apartment. I walked around the block with no sidewalks or…


6 to 6: Mermaid with Doctor’s Mask

Cathy is sick. Her teeth look like pieces of rotten corn. She’s 42 years old. I pull my cab up to the doctor’s office and she walks out the front…


6 to 6: Marshmallows on Everything

Christmas Day: what a pitchfork of horseshit. I have that feeling that I blew it again, that there is something wrong. My boss June threw me the…


6 to 6: At Least it Isn’t Raining

Dispatchers and cab drivers are always at each others’ throats. The dispatchers think of themselves as “management,” even though the drivers make…