Earlier in the day I was feeling desperate for a fare, any kind of fare not mattering. Fast forward to the fatigued end of my Saturday ordeal, business has been good, whatever panic I might have felt a distant memory, and now, just past bar break the guy says "Kent!" meaning a small city about 16 miles southeast of Seattle. A good fare, yes but do I have to?
On the way there he tells me he already has two DUIs to his discredit and he is not interested in a third. Each offense cost him $8000. dollars, a total not including lost work time etc. Sounds like he got the message.
Dropping him off I understood it was time for a nap. Parking next to a field, lowing the seat to almost vertical, I was instantly out, sleep clearly a necessity.
Awakening about an hour later, I experienced something I call "waking up dead" which translated means my new waking state seems unusual, holding the strong sensation I have died and I 'm on the other side of ordinary human consciousness. Disconcerted I have to question my surroundings before fully realizing that "Hey! I am not dead but parked in a field in Kent, Washington." Sometimes I think this is what death will be like but who knows, I know I have no true idea one way or the other. Now if you ever hear a cabbie says that he feels "like death warmed over" you will have a good idea what he or she means. It means that terms like "fun" or "reasonable" are not part of the usual taxi lexicon.