Lettin' loose: New Year's Eve is the one day where a cabdriver can say the phrase, "Mister, put your pants back on," and hear the phrase, "Now I can brag to my husband I blew the cabdriver," in the same night. It's the party night where everybody takes it off, everybody becomes someone completely different, and everybody goes into a hedonistic frenzy that's absolutely beautiful to watch.
A fistful of dollars: If you don't walk home with $500 to $600 [on New Year's Eve], then you're slacking off. Once it hits a critical point around 8 p.m., you're not even stopping to take a pee, because you'll be losing money.
Back-seat boy: A guy paid me $200 to walk away for 20 minutes while him and his wife took care of business. Got my stuff, took the keys, shut the door, and when I came back they had these shit-eating grins.
Up in smoke: I had a guy about two New Year's Eves ago who asked me, "Mind if I smoke?" No problem. Then he pulls out a crack pipe. I'm like, "Dude, you're way too brazen to be in my cab," so I kicked him out fast.
Anger management: Everyone tends to be docile on New Year's, but you still get these guys who get ditched and are absolutely drunk and pissed off. I had one guy, he actually punched my seat, and I had to toss him out. It was only $5 on the meter so I couldn't have cared.
East master: I am purely an East Valley driver. I know Scottsdale like the back of my hand 'cause all the wild stuff happens there. Rarely do I find myself on the west side and have any of that. Old Town Scottsdale seems to be the party mecca for the Phoenix metro area.
