Zombies

When I heard the Future Music Festival was on at Randwick on Saturday I resolved to avoid it all costs. The thought of carting drunk and drugged kids home after an all-day rave didn’t really appeal when there were would be more predictable Mardi Gras ravers seeking transport.

However I took a fare to Kensington around 6 pm and foolishly dropped in thinking the only ones leaving early shouldn’t be too trashed. Wrong. I failed to envisage early leavers would be those thrown out for misbehaving...

Two young women aged around twenty hailed me and one climbed into the front seat sobbing and blubbering. “What’s up?” I asked, noticing she had mud and scratches from the thigh down to her foot. “I lost my passport and everything!” she wailed.

I paused and considered my situation. “Um, but you’ve got money, right?” In return I received a sneering, nasty scowl. She snapped, “You c___! Is that all you cabbies think about? All you cabbies are c___s!” We’d been travelling for barely 30 seconds.

I kept rolling to the exit on Doncaster and stopped where two police officers were on station to prevent the wasted kids from being skittled by traffic. Waving over a female officer I told her, “I’m happy to take the passenger but I refuse to take her abuse.”

The copper asked the girl if she’d been abusive which was denied but not believed. She asked, “Do you want to take her?” I shook my head.

Just as the copper opened the door and ordered her out two young guys interrupted and offered to take the cab and drop the girl off for free. I shrugged and took off with the fellas in the back and the abuser sobbing again.

When the guys showed concern for her situation and attempted to ascertain what happened she rounded on them, too, with more abuse. Yet they weren’t so reserved as myself and a slanging match ensued with accusations of 'bad attitude', 'need help', 'shut the fuck up', 'drug addicts', etc being exchanged.

They then ignored her and started partying, yelling over the phone, grappling with each other and clowning around. “Dude,” one said, “This is better than that shit festival.” So they took more ecstasy despite having dropped six pills each already. 

They imparted some unsolicited advice, “The red cherries and yellow triangles are magic. But keep away from the green Nikes, they’ll fuck you up.” So wasted were they that they could barely sit upright and little wonder they were ejected from the festival.  

And because I gave them groove tunes in the back speakers and pretended they weren’t smoking they insisted that upon arrival at their beachside suburb I was going to join them for the biggest line of cocaine I’d ever seen. Which is code for, 'coke for cash?' Pass.

Oh dear, just another bunch of weekend zombies.

UPDATE: Police action at Festival parties. 

Comments

[James]

Christ, I almost ran over a bunch of these douchebags Saturday afternoon. Sadly my aim wasn't good enough. Now I know what all the fuss was about.

[Becker]

Adrian I have had enough of them as well, so much so in fact that after 5 years of straight nights I am switching to says starting Monday of next week. Can't wait. I'm sure I'll get sick of mrs jones and her shopping too but I'll only have to think about another friday night in northbridge to know I've made the right choice.

[adrian]

James, beware the green meanies!
Becker, did you enter the competition as a driver? Good luck with day shift, I will surely be doing the same one day.

[Lee]

How sad and how worrying it is that so many of today's youth can enjoy themselves without the addition of alcohol and drugs to enhance their experiences.

Have they no natural imaginations?

[manlycabbie]

becker i do a mix of day and night shifts when i drive and to make money you must start early so all the scumbags of the night shift are still there at 4am 5am on certain days.Try get a cab for semis on mon tues wed work your butt of and have thur fri sat sun off thats what i'd be doing if i was a full time cabbie.