I don’t often use taxis, but I happened to get two yesterday. One to get to the funeral of an old friend from the SA Masters’ Running Club, Frank Rogers, a lovely man who died from cancer last weekend. And then I got a taxi from the funeral into the National Wine Centre, for a very enjoyable champagne evening with some friends.
Taxi drivers have a tough job. They have to compete for customers, work long, unsociable hours, put up with all sorts of wallies. Sometimes, the fare might only be a few blocks, hardly worthwhile picking up the customer. But of course they’re obliged to do so.
They must dream of ‘the big one’, the fare from Outer Harbour to Port Noarlunga, from Largs Bay to McLaren Vale. Here’s a prayer I wrote, that maybe they recite each day, before they go to work.
(Inspired by Ian Dury’s “London Bus Driver’s Prayer” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bus_Driver’s_Prayer)
The Adelaide Taxi Driver’s Prayer
(after Ian Dury)
Our cabfare, which starts in Cavan
Hallett Cove be thy aim
Thy Kingswood come
In Hove as it is in Hendon
Give us Largs Bay and Birkenhead
And forgive us our Crafers West
As we forgive those that Crafers against us
And lead us not into Keswick station
But deliver us from Frewville
For thine is the Findon
The Paralowie and the Salisbury