I
always get a good laugh when I come into the office at the end of the
night. It’s easier to come in at
night because it is much quieter and management (a term we’ll use loosely) isn’t
in. It’s fun to talk to
Sampson. We talk about problem
drivers, silly policies – whatever.
Mostly just shoot the shit.
I also like to pick up business cards and oil at this time, as Sampson
doesn’t ration these things out.
He
told me that a week or so ago Kirk locked his keys in his car in Mission Beach
after he had surreptitiously taken a fare there. Kirk didn’t want to say anything on the radio, as it would have
exposed what he had done. The ride
to Mission beach was never called in.
Sampson just sent one of the livery drivers with a spare set.
Even
this can be hit or miss. Half of
the time the livery brings the wrong keys and we aren’t able to get back into
the taxi. I used to lock my keys
in the car very often, but now I don’t lock it at all.
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