The next time you're getting hot and heavy in the back of a cab, you may want to think about the fact that there is a third person involved—the driver entrusted with delivering you safely to your assignation. This guy—odds are it will be a he—may appear to be engrossed in a cell phone conversation some exotic language, but what if he's actually talking about your slatternly back seat behavior, describing it in detail for the folks back home? And what if he's snapping photos to illustrate his anecdote, as a cab driver told Forbes's Kashmir Hill he likes to do? Well hey, it's important to have a hobby!
During a cab ride home from Penn Station late Friday night, Hill's Bangladeshi driver opened up about his habit of taking trophy shots of the various explicit hook-ups he's subjected to by people adept at disregarding the help. She writes:
When he discovered that I was a journalist, he said that his backseat was a launching pad for many crazy tales. That’s when the ride turned into a reverse Taxicab Confessional. “Oh yeah, like what?” I asked. “Take a look at this,” he said, showing me his phone. “Is that a man’s arm bleeding?” I asked. “No, look more closely,” he said, handing me the phone.
What I had taken for blood was actually a red thong. A woman was sitting on the lap of her companion, facing him, and his arm was down the back of her pants. My cabbie had taken the photo from the front seat of the vehicle. “Here’s another one,” he proffered, offering up a photo of a woman sleeping on the back seat, her head in her male friend’s lap. He, meanwhile, had lifted her shirt, and pulled her bra down, and was absentmindedly playing with her breasts.
Jeez, people—get a room... on your way to a room. Also, you've got to wonder about a guy who plays with breasts "absentmindedly." Something tells us that match isn't made in heaven, let alone the back of a cab.
