Pretty average night but the best part was that two drivers came in early at 5:00am and I was able to get off early. :)
Sorry, nothing of interest to take a pic of.
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Around 1:00am I was dispatched down to Mulligans, 4 miles away, to take two people to the Kea Lani, a total distance of 4/10ths of a mile. The walkway down the hill from Mulligans to their parking lot is a wide (easily handles 3 abreast), gentle stairway with rails on both sides. These two guys come down, bouncing off one rail and then the next. Thank God they weren't driving!
They had a running conversation the entire distance, none of which could be called intelligible, though they seemed to understand each other. They were speaking in American, drunk American.
Got to the Kea Lani and drunk #1 hands me a twenty and says "make sure my buddy gets to the Four Seasons okay."
Sweet!
Get the second drunk to the Four Seasons, total fare = $6.20, and he looks at the meter and hands me a ten.
"The other gentleman already paid the fare, sir."
"Naw, he just paid for his ride. This is for my ride."
Kewl!
$30 on a $6.20 run. Like I've said before, "pupu runs" are usually very profitable in Wailea.
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As a cop I developed a working theory about drunks and being a cabbie has only reenforced it.
The average IQ for a human is 100. The consumption of alcohol reduces that number by 10 points per drink.
In both occupations, I always seem to have contact with them when they've reached some point below 60. "Blithering idiot" status.
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Later.....
Wil
=8^))
"Let's all be careful out there!"
1 comment:
I have always wondered how many brain cells it takes to be able to walk and talk at the same time after having a few drinks. Seems to me, whatever the number is, some people are obviously "sharing" whatever brain cells they have left between the two functions! Take a faltering step, end up wayyyyyyy over there. KER-PLOP!Try to formulate a few words, and it sounds like a foreign language. Can't tell you how many times I have had to call the cops to pick someone off the floor and haul them outta the store.
btw Love the photos!
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