Underestimated

In Old Compton Street, right in front of Balans Cafe, someone was exercising his tenor. I was impressed, for he was doing pretty well. A group of minicab drivers, gathered on a corner nearby, didn't share my views though.
"Shut up!"- shouted one of them and they laughed loutishly and loudly. You could tell that they really felt self confident and important, standing like that, on that corner, together.

Healing prayers

Late at night one can see an Asian woman around Old Compton St. Is she a spooky K-Horror female ghost or a Yūrei? Maybe! However she seems quite alive and rather interested in money. She holds a notepad and a sheet attached to it says "Healing prayers". "I'm a Christian." - She explains. - "I used to be an alcoholic but God helped me and now I want to help other people. As anybody else I expect a reward for doing my job." She has a strong accent but nevertheless her English is quite good. Thus for just a little consideration we can get blessed and our burden can get alleviated. Alternatively one can set oneself free by offering her some healing chocolate coated raisins. After an instant of indecision she will probably partake them with a smile. No healing prayer will be bestowed upon thou, though.

SCOOBY DOO!!!

My customers - three Englishmen in their late forties, fancied some Subway sandwiches. Two of them went to buy food, while the third one was waiting outside. Suddenly appeared a bunch of young people shouting something unintelligible. One of them approached that customer of mine. "I'm frrrom Basque Countrrry! Do you know Basque Countrrrry?" The asked moved his head in denial. "Basque Countrrry!" Young man didn't give up. "Euskadi! Do you know? Pais Vasco!!! It'a a countrrry between Spain and Frrrance!" Englishman watched him in puzzlement. Finally answered him with question: "Do you know Scooby Doo?" "What?" Now the youngster was surprised.
"K'mon! You must know Scooby Doo! That big dog from a cartoon..." After a while both young Basques and Englishman were shouting loudly and enthusiastically together: "SCOOBY DOO!!! SCOOBY DOO!!!"

Occupied

A fat car stopped in red light next to my trike. A cute black girl asked me: "Where you from?" "Where YOU from?" - was my answer. Two black guys sitting in car with her found it, for some reason, very funny. She seemed a bit confused but answered: "I'm from Eritrea. What about you?"
"I'm from Zimbabwe." Guys inside the car burst again in a boisterous laughter. "You are lying! You are from Algeria!" - said she. I laughed. "You smart cookie! How did you know?!? You are not just beautiful, you are smart too!" She was watching me closely. "Your boyfriend must be a happy man!" - I added. "I haven't got a boyfriend..." "She will be occupied with a man soon!" - driver exclaimed quickly. She poked a face. Lights went green. I wished her good night...

Three crazy Froggies.

I started late and that time I coudn't get anything at all. Finally on Coventry St., right in a corner by Prince of Wales Theatre, where they show Mamma Mia, I spotted three lads in their mid twenties. They were pissed, frisky and French. Fortunately one of them spoke quite good English. Soon I had to take one of them mischievous creatures off my trike and put him on the floor as he was about to drive away by himself. There was a lot of laugh but we couldn't agree a price. They wanted a very cheap lift. I refused, they went towards Piccadilly Circus. Passing through China Town I started to reproach myself. "What kind of a salesman are you?!?" I asked myself and decided to give it another try. I went around quickly and entered Coventry St. again. I found them sitting on a fellow rider's trike. He looked very unhappy and clearly didn't know what to do. Apparently he didn't want to take them anywhere and they didn't want to get off... They saw me and came running. This time we found a compromise and set sail. Unfortunately two of them were all about fingering my arse. I had to stop twice to put an end to it. Next they focused on pulling my poor, old and worn out canopy up and down... They kept shouting some bullshit in French and did their best to rock my rickshaw like if it was a boat. Neither my rickshaw was a boat though, nor I was Bob Marley. Soon one of them jumped off and started to push the trike from behind. He was so energetic that I could hardly stop in red light by Shaftesbury Ave. Immediately he pulled out his willy and started to pee on the street right behind my rickshaw. Three plain clothes policemen got him then. I wonder how did they manage to tell him off, for he wasn't a linguist. His two mates, somewhat uneasy, passed me a couple of quid. We have never seen each other again since then.

Take care darling!

A gay boy and a lesbian couple asked me for a lift to Heaven the club. I stopped by Charring Cross station to let them out. While I was getting paid the "female" lesbian was all sweet to me. She kept chatting and chatting and smiling at me. She enjoyed the lift sooooo much and I was soooooo strong and she wished she could help me somehow to pedal and this and that and God knows what else. Her large and rather slow butch companion finally paid and as they were going away the sweet one smiled widely and uttered loudly: "Take care darling!!!!" Butch one seeing that gave her a dirty look and repeated snidely: "TAKE CARE DAAAAARLING!!!!"

Do you know who my father is?

I was working hard that night. Started early and carried on like a horse. I came out to make money and I wasn't picky. Everything has it's limits though. Those three lads stopped me on Charring + Rd. Some people flag you down only because they are bored and want to take a piss at someone. "How much to Kings + ? ...What?! You charge more than a black cab!" No matter I've got no engine - right? "Well, you don't have to hire me... Take a black cab!" "Listen, listen!" - one of them gave me a dramatic look - "Have you got all the papers to do this job? Are you legal?" I looked at his funny cut eyebrows and goldie looking round signet rings and laughed loudly. Oh! He didn't quite like it, did he? He looked at me askew and asked: "Do you know who my father is?" Now I have to point out that I had been already working for quite a few hours that night. I wasn't exactly into being questioned by some dickhead. On top of that his silly question opened a torrent of sparkling ideas due to what his father would be. And as I was about to suggest that, to start with, they probably hadn't ever met each other, I reminded myself that I was there to make money and not otherwise. I looked at him with an ostensible concern. "I bet he's someone important!" He smiled. "You know what?"- I added - "Bless your father! Let me make some money! Have a good night!" Beaming he wished me luck.