Inodlink’s Melvin Durai pays tribute to the last honest profession: The cab driver. What you say?!?
Perhaps all your encounters with cabdrivers have been sour. They donÃ‚Å½t stop for you, and if they do, the only place they seem interested in taking you is to the cleaners.
But before you pass judgment on the millions of cabbies in the world, you need to realize that some of them are so honest, theyÃ‚Å½ll return almost anything left in their cabs, even Harry Potter books.
Glenn Sher, a Long Island, NY, cabby, returned a womanÃ‚Å½s purse containing $13,300. ThatÃ‚Å½s a lot of money, almost enough to take Paris Hilton on a date.
“I could have used the money to pay bills or whatever,” Sher told The New York Post. “But it wasnÃ‚Å½t mine. I canÃ‚Å½t take whatÃ‚Å½s not mine.” The mayor of New York was truly impressed. “ThatÃ‚Å½s amazing,” he said. “I didnÃ‚Å½t realize we had a cabdriver who spoke English.”
Another New York cabby, Benjamin Adjepong, was commended by the Taxi and Limousine Commission for returning a bag containing $7,000. “It makes me feel good, and my wife is so excited,” he told WABC TV. Now thatÃ‚Å½s a good wife — excited about her husbandÃ‚Å½s honesty, not even thinking about the number of shoes she could have bought.
Cabbies in other countries have been just as honorable. Ashraf Qureshi, a Pakistani immigrant in Australia, drove a tourist around for three weeks, even let the man make long distance calls on his phone and eat meals in his apartment — allowed him to do everything but sleep with his wife.
The man paid Qureshi $50,000 for various expenses, according to an Ananova.com report. But after the cabby deposited the money in his bank account, he began to feel guilty about accepting so much and returned $40,000 to the man. “It was all getting too much for me,” Qureshi said. ItÃ‚Å½s a good thing heÃ‚Å½s a taxi driver, because with integrity like that, he could never be a corporate executive.
I am personally undecided on cab drivers. While traveling Jordan I hired a cab driver, who although nice at first, wanted to share a hotel room with me on the first night. Maybe if I’d known him longer. He also began to cry when I didn’t tip him at the same time I paid him for the three days. I tried to explain he’d be getting a big tip when he dropped me off at the airport, but it didn’t seem to register. That’s my taxi cab confession.