Stiffed in the Snow
I was going to pickup Geraldo at the Allsups across from Rodeo Nights, or Rodeo Fights as we called it, because there were fights there every Friday and Saturday night. It was a bar that catered mainly to the Hispanic and Mexican crowd. When I got to the Allsups three Mexicans got in the back seat. They were going to a trailer off Airport Rd. I had a rough night, I had been stiffed on a fare earlier in the night and had lousy fares all night long, I had been stuck in Zone 11 all night. Zone 11 is the poorer part of town, mainly trailers and illegal immigrants, domestic violence calls where the girlfriend calls you to get away from her boyfriend that is beating her up, a lot of alcohol deliveries, and drunks, lots of drunks. I had one bad call after another for hours and I was not in a good mood. When I got these three Mexican guys to there trailer they owed me 14 bucks. When I turned around to collect the money the guy on the left pulled out his wallet and showed me that it was empty with a big smile. Then the guy in the middle did the same thing, and then the guy on the right did too. They all smiled and said "No Dinero!" There I was, in front of their home and it was obvious that I was gonna get stiffed. But they weren't jumping, usually they jump at this point, but they hadn't even opened the door. A moment of brilliance hit me, and I punched it. I hauled ass out to Airport Rd. and started heading for the airport which is pretty far out of town. It was cold that night, about 22 degrees F. with snow on the ground. They started yelling "Where are you taking us?!!!" "I'm just taking you for a little ride, I'm sick and tired of dropping people off right at their house and getting stiffed on the fare. If you are not gonna pay me you are taking a little hike!" I pulled off into a field by the airport, slammed on the brakes and yelled "Get Out!" and they got out. Those three guys could have beat the crap out of me, but they just got out. As I was driving back into town I got on the radio which could be heard in every cab in Santa Fe by every driver and customer, and I said "Those guys were gonna stiff me on my fare, so I drove them way out Airport Rd. and dumped them in a field." Their was a long silence and I wondered if my dispatcher would be mad. Then finally the silence was broken. "Good Idea!" was the reply. This sorta sends a message to our customers. Don't mess with us. Then another cab driver comes on the radio, and he describes the trailer where I was dropping them off and asks if I picked them up at the Allsups at 130 am? I tell him "yes, that's them." He says,"You know, I've given them rides a bunch of times, they have always paid, and they usually tip pretty well, They're not bad guys." I think about it for a minute and tell my dispatcher I will go back and get them. I drive back out Airport Rd. and find them walking towards town. They run over to the cab, until they see that it is me, then they stop dead in their tracks. I roll down my window, and say "It's alright, I'm sorry, you just caught me on a really bad night, hop in, I'll take you home." We laughed our ass off all the way to their trailer, and they went inside and scrounged up the fare with a nice tip. Now whenever I pick them up, they're always waving money in my face and we laugh and laugh.