This is the story of my stint as a Cab driver in San Diego during my mid 20's. The stories are real, although the names have been changed. The dates are to the best of my recollection. Any and all likenesses to certain individuals are purely coincidental.
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August 9, 2007
August 9, 2007 – Items Given to me by Passengers
Today a jolly old bloke from England gave me a gift, and a nice tip to boot! He was off to the airport when he realized that he had been given a bottle of vodka that he never got around to drinking.
Passenger: Do you want this to bring home? Me: Really, are you sure?
Passenger: Yeah, I can’t bring it on the plane anyways. Here, take it.
Me: Thanks, I appreciate it. It won’t go to waste. Passenger: I’m sure it won’t.
Bestowed upon me was a sealed bottle of vodka. Absolute brand vodka. Pretty good stuff. Not top of the line, but nothing to scoff at either. Especially for free.
This was given to me as well, this was all that was left out of my six pack, of beer that is, the other one disappeared long ago...