Clean. Real clean.
(pause, thin smile)
As clean as my conscience.
Listen, son, you gonna get smart,
Sorry, sir. I didn't mean that.
Some. Here and there.
Honorable discharge. May 1971.
No, I want long shifts.
(casually, almost to himself)
We hire a lot of moonlighters here.
So I hear.
(looks up at Travis)
Hell, we ain't that much fussy
one fleet or another.
(rummages through his
various pink, yellow
and white forms)
to the girl at the desk, and leave
Well then check back tomorrow.
snow has melted, it is spring.
pedestrians are pushing, running, waving down taxis. The
the dull pitter-patter of rain. The glare of yellow, red and
"When it rains, the boss of the city is the taxi driver" -
so goes the cabbie's maxim, proven true by this particular
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