June 21, 2008
June 21, 2008 – Vincent
Today Vincent got a little agitated with the games on the radio. This happens fairly frequent these days. Music, fart noises, mocking other drivers, etc… Me, I don’t worry about it, I really don’t care. But man, some people really get worked up about it, especially Vincent.
Vincent used to be a dispatcher. It just became too much for him to handle – all of the games on the radio that is. The drivers would just taunt him relentlessly. I could just imaging him sitting in that tiny little office, just smoldering away. Infuriated.
When the drivers would start up with the noises he would say things like “That’s what your motha said” or “I’m gonna come down there and punch you in the mouth.” This would just add fuel to the fire. If Vincent thought that the noise was bad before… After a while Vincent was having nightly outbursts, cursing away at the drivers. Most of them just got a good laugh out of it.
Now that Vincent has been driving, instead of dispatching, things aren’t much better. About a week ago he had a breakdown. It wasn’t the first time… After being thoroughly provoked by his fellow cabbies, Vincent scoured the city with the intention of speaking to every single driver in an attempt to weed out the culprit. He just came to the cab stands, one by one, shouting things like “I don’t give a fuck about the job, the police, jail. If I find out who’s doing this I’m going to put them in the hospital!” “I don’t give a fuck, I’ll put them in the ground!” To say that he was mad would have been an understatement.
The only advantage for Vincent is that when he begins to lose his temper while driving he can just go home. When he was dispatching that wasn’t really an option. Today, despite his frustration, Vinny stayed. He just drove his passengers to their destination while calling the instigators “cowards.” Catherine wasn’t amused. A “landline” was requested…