Anything goes in the back of a taxi cab. As soon as the meter starts clicking, this is your designated space to call your own for better or for worse. The seasoned taxi driver has seen it all, with cab stories to rival the ranting of bartenders, hairdressers and even the psychiatric couch. The back of the cab serves as a buffer to the outside world and the strangest of events can take place there. We never think that its going to be us, but each and every patron may succumb to the illusion of taxi cab insulation, keeping the weary driver in suspense as to what will happen next in his rear view mirror.
One of the funniest taxi cab performances came from suave and sophisticated actor, George Hamilton. Mr. Hamilton was flying in and out of airports on a tight schedule and forgot to take his prescription medication from the comfort of the men’s room at the terminal. With no time to spare, the last bastion of medicated relief had to come from the back of the taxi. Reaching into his pocket and reading the prescription instructions, these were no ordinary tablets to be taken my mouth. No, they were suppositories and the clock was ticking to get the dose administered right away. He knelt down on the taxi’s backseat floor, dropped his drawers and launched one according to the instructions. Needless to say, that although the driver was pleased as pie to have Mr. Hamilton in his backseat, there would be no perfunctory handshake at the end of the ride.
Most taxi drivers are intuitive with their passengers and can give great conversation and advise. They also seem to be able to distinguish who is a mild mannered kook and who could pose a real threat. So for the most part, if you don’t have a psych ward I.D. bracelet attached to your wrist, its OK to believe you are Superman or the ghost of Elvis. You will generally get a ride as long as you are an action figure with money.
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