Finally we came down enough to get back to my sister’s around 4 a.m. Then Sal tells me he has to go to work! Every working day of his adult life his Dad has picked him up and together they have reported to the cab garage at 5 a.m.! I plead with him to call his Dad and say he’s at some girl’s house and is going to call in sick, that he just can’t take on any passengers in his condition, but no, he just tells his Dad to pick him up at my sister’s in about 20 minutes.
The almost tragic thing is that he truly was a dedicated cab driver, a tremendously hard and dependable worker, a faithful son, and someone who genuinely needed a stronger union. But because he’d never done real LSD before, all of these great things about him were in jeopardy. Sure enough his Dad shows up. Later I learned that his first fare was to the airport, but along the way while on the Schuykill Expressway, he pulled over to the side of the road, put his cab in park, left it running with the keys in it and passengers in the back seat, got out of the cab, jumped the fence, and started walking (to Broad & Walnut?).
Fortunately he came clean with the whole story and kept his job, but when I showed up for work on Tuesday I was fired. And, needless to say, the union movement was set back.
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