It has been fourteen months since I stopped driving a cab. I still get asked if I'm still driving. I still get the occasional phone call. I'm not sure if people so identified me with the position or they're just making small talk.
My response is a smile and I casually mention my end date. Its usually followed with an inquiry of what I'm doing now, so I suspect the latter. In no way am I defensive about the inquiry, nor am I of the belief everyone needs to follow my career as closely as I do.
I'm just blogging about it because its on my mind.
I spoke too soon. Shortly after midnight, I got a call from a neighbor. He had a houseguest that was ready to go home, and was too drunk to drive. While not technically driving a taxi, my designated driver function came real close.
Not confessions. These are profiles, and excerpts of people from my cab. The names have been changed to protect privacy. My name is not even Louie. Louie is a 3rd party blogger by proxy.