Drove taxis on and off throughout during the early to late `70`s as a student and pt muso.
As a lesson in education of a non cerebral inclination, and one of the nitty gritty things life deals out to all sorts of folk, there is never a more educational medium and a hard slog than to face the dramas and potential threats, that a cabbie faces.
You have to diffuse an angry passenger that believe that they have been taken the long way round or you have someone in the taxi that doesn`t remember where they want to go, its called living on the seat of your pants and the best of your nous.
The Market is no different.
There will always be someone that will give you a tip, another that will tell you that you are going in the wrong direction, one that asks you inside, the ones that think they know until you get to their destination and then the meter is turned off and the final cost is displayed