I don't know what it is about taxi drivers (or fast food employees, security guards, and bartenders...) but whenever I get in a cab I feel an overwhelming need to uncover their life story. My questions are Peabody award probing and my inability to understand what they are saying is usually masked in a glazed over, excited grin. And then, I take their picture. Why? Sometimes because the situations are absurd and must be remembered. Other times, just to make them feel included (since I'm usually taking pictures of girls in the cab anyways).
I've met some stellar cabbies in my day and wanted to pay tribute to them- the good and the few that turn a blind eye to a sippy cup of champagne, turn the music up to nightclub levels and don't run up the meter by taking the long route. Here's to you.
In Chicago, some cabbies like to join the party:
In Chicago they also lend you their pillow on long road trips (this is technically a bus driver but his outstanding personality warranted inclusion).
Taxi drivers in downtown LA have real style (hello leopard print).
In Hollywood they dress especially spiffy.
Until we meet again Yellow Cab! xo