Friday, April 26, 2013

origin of the 'tcj' moniker

When I started my taxi driving odyssey about a year ago, I had no idea what I was getting into.

One of my early passengers was a very-pregnant hispanic woman who was going to the hospital to have labor induced. Her blood pressure was through the roof and getting higher, and the doctor was like "we've got to get this baby out of you before it kills you!"

I asked what she'd been eating for the last few months: "saltine crackers". Really? Didn't your doctor tell you that you need more than saltine crackers for a health pregnancy?

But because of the nausea the crackers were all she could keep down. Doctors are good at making work for themselves.