My relationship with cab drivers is more than symbiotic. They take me to my destination; I pay them with the exact amount plus a sensible chat. We don’t just talk about the weather. We talk about politics, celebrities, business, the unending hardships of life and more weather. The cabbies I usually frequent to are nice and intelligent. They make it seem like life was easier with just driving to nowhere.
I started to make cab-hailing as a hobby in the latter years of my college years. When I wake up so late (mostly no thanks to thesis stuff), I would jump out of bed, brush my teeth, change clothes and go straight to a church near us, where most taxis would pass by.
After I hitch onto one, it would take me just 20 minutes via shortcut at the Loyola Grand Villas and I’d be in UP on time. (If you were my classmate in my morning classes, I apologize for the stench.) Well, maybe a little bit late but still, I spared myself the discomfort of the FXs.
On events which will allow only a GPS for them to be located, I also employ cab-hailing a lot. The Fort? World Trade Center? Resorts World? Philippine Daily Inquirer building? Insert more South places here and the cabbie will solve my problem for me.
Being a usual passenger, I had also known how to screw overpricing cabbies before they screw me. I shun ones who ask for a fixed price even before I slide my derriere in the car. Of this, I do a dramatic stunt by slamming the door to their face. You should try it. It’s fun.
I also prepare barya as payment to resolve conflicts with cabbies with no change. Excuse me but I am not one to provide ~tips*~. Please, that could only be possible if I was some CEO like Don Draper.
Nevertheless, like aforementioned, the cabbies I normally encounter are fellow urban people who are just simply raising enough money for their families and selves.
As for me who burns the midnight oil for my job, I literally end the day at midnight expecting a safe ride home through taxis. This routine has taught me that me and the cabbies– we are all equal and desperate in this mad, mad food chain.
But of course, this will all end soon.
Last January 4, the Land Transportation Franchising Board declared the new flagdown rate for Metro Manila cabs which will only materialize 15 days after the 19th. By February, taxis will then ask for a minimum of P40 the split-second one drops his bottom on the cab seat.
Not to mention, there’re also the looming LRT and MRT fair hikes, with the Department of Transportation and Communication’s recent approval of the provisional fare increase for both.
Again, not to mention, there are also hikes in sugar, oil, bread, etcetera.
And all of these happening just in the beginning of the year.
Since last week, apparently affected by the price hikes, my officemate and I decided to tighten up our budget by riding jeepneys all the way to the Katipunan area– where we both reside. Of this, we save at least 40 pesos every day.
As of now, I only ride cabs on Mondays when my officemate is on her day-off. She, on the other hand, rides once a week as well on Fridays (my break).
Sigh, I dunno. I actually miss talking to cabbies. They really make me feel placid after all that tumult in the newsroom and in life, in general.
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Posted on January 13, 2011, in Politics and Sociology and tagged business, cabbies, cabs, DOTC, fare hike, LRT, LTFRB, Metro Manila, money, MRT, sadness, transportation, work. Bookmark the permalink. 25 Comments.