DRIVING IN MY TAXI

This one is fiction I have true stories driving taxi coming



Back in the 80’s I drove a town taxi cab for a small Massachusetts town 15 miles northeast of Boston.

My day would take me all over the state and out of state sometimes. On slow days I would stay in town and cart most of the elderly everywhere.



Those days were busy, they all get their checks and want to go shopping.

This one day I remember oh so well. Her name was Martha and she was a sweet lady. It was a snowy day and I picked her up at the complex she lived at. It was snowing to beat the band but on these days I make a bundle, being the last driver to come off the road when it gets really bad.

Over the years Martha and I have gotten to know each other on many different times.



Martha was a small woman, about 5 foot even white hair and maybe 100lbs.

I would think she was about 70, turns out she was pushing 80.

I got out of the car and helped her down the walkway and to the car. I was known in the complex as a great help to the elderly into the car.

“Can I sit in front with you?” she asked me. “You sure can my dear, most people would rather sit in back but It would be an honer for you to sit up front with me” “Well aren’t you a charmer” she said.

“Well I love to have beautiful women sit up front with me” “Oh you are so good for my ego” she says, “It has been a long time since a man has paid attention to me”.Boldly I asked her “and how long has that been?” “My husband died 15 years ago and he was a very horny man. I put out 8 kids for him. And it ended so quick I had no clue on how to get a man again. He spoiled me rotten and took care of all my needs, he was my first and only man to have his way with me.”



I said ” how have you gotten along all this time without it?” Well some of the other ladies and I get together and have sleep overs. There are a lot who are in my boat too.