Yup, I Passed A Test To Get This Job- Taxibiz Questions (I)

People are always asking me about the workings of the taxi business. While I want this weblog to be entertaining and fun and frankly I want to sell you posters and prints I will from time to time try to post some Q and A type stuff about the workings of the taxi business. Here I have a link to a sample test all drivers of Yellow Medallion taxis in NYC must pass before they get their licenses.

Taxi drivers go to school to prepare for this test and some go to school to prepare for the school to prepare for this test. The real school however is the job itself, the streets and the passengers who often end up teaching the cabbies geography of New York City.

Later I will explain the money workings of the business, including how much cabbies typically earn.

Sample Exam

Sample Exam - Answers Taxi drivers in New York City are tested and required to attend a class of at least 24 hours duration prior to getting licensed to drive yellow taxis. Yellow taxis are the only taxis licensed to pick up passengers without pre arrangement (street hails).
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Lost And Found/Drunkwagon Chronicles (II)

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My wife calls Saturday Night la noche de los borrachos (night of the drunks.)

A few Saturdays back I took a young lady from a club downtown to her place in Brooklyn and I scooted over the Brooklyn Bridge and caught another fare near Church and Canal. He was standing up straight and didn't seem to be overly impaired so I raced the other three cabs to him and got him.

He gave me his address at 90th near Columbus and then he dropped off the radar for a while. I was listening to the great jazz on WBGO anticipating going home soon, as this was going to be my final fare of the night.

I heard a cell phone ringing and ringing. There was no answer. Finally after about five calls the guy answered the cell phone. He said "Honey I don't know where the f_ck street I am but I'm in a taxi. Be home soon."

He fell off the screen again so to speak but the phone rang again and again till I stopped and got out of the taxi. The guy was sprawled out over the back seat and the cell phone was on the floor. I picked it up and it rang again. I answered it. It was the young lady I had dropped off in Brooklyn. She was not happy. I explained that I was transporting a drunk and that I would call her when the job got done.

The guy vomited politely out the passenger door, paid me plus a good tip and staggered towards his apartment house.

I arranged to meet the lady on Sunday. My wife was ticked off because I never move a bone on Sunday for her. I gave the lady her phone she gave me ten dollars.