Another moment of cab driver ZEN

So... after getting my much needed rest yesterday, I started out and headed towards a "sure thing." My first run of the day was going to be a nice, sweet airport trip. 75 bucks. A third of a day's work for only an hour and a half of time invested.

NOTE: there are no "sure things" in this, or any business.

15 minutes on my way up Barker Cypress, the battery light comes on. Then the ABS light, the seat belt light and so on... then the lights in the cab start going dark and the trip computer shuts down. YAY and crappity crap... my alternator has died, and I have a handful of minutes to get off the road before the motor stops sparking. I find a Texaco, pull over, and tell the folks at communications they'll have to re-dispatch the trip. I get a tow, get it to the shop. They swap the alternator, charge the battery and find my alignment's off, so I'll take care of it tomorrow morning.

And, speaking of the morning, I believe I finally believe there was a higher purpose to my working that 24 on Saturday... to set myself up for working nights from now on. It fits my working style... running all over and chasing after folks who would otherwise still be stranded and otherwise catch the morning commute afterwards. I like a workday you can start and finish with a flourish, so I'm going to try it that way. There's another statement in this business, and it's especially true in Houston. "There's always work to be had."

Lastly, I'm getting another cel phone line just for the cab business with unlimited talk, text and messaging. It's been somewhat disquieting picking up my phone wondering if it's a family member or someone from the entertainment business, and instead it's some crunked up dude I drove around before looking for a cab ride from all the way across town. Anyway, the faster I have that changed over the better, I think. I should have it in about a a day or two.

Finally... the rodeo's over. The number of cabs back at the yard tells the story. The sunshine soldiers have crawled back into their hidey-holes and things are free and easy... or at least, manageable.

Yay, zen cab driving.

G