Monday, June 2, 2025
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Honest Cabbie made my night

by Mike Beggs

While taxi driving may be widely viewed as an entry position, you can learn a lot from the brief, few minutes spent with your cabbie.

Like last night, when I went to see a band at Timothyโ€™s Pub, on Brownโ€™s Line, in Etobicoke. I had my son drop me off, and took a taxi home to Port Credit. The driver was polite, and said he had โ€œno complaintsโ€ about the way the evening was going.

When he reached my destination, the meter was up around $16, so I handed him a 20 and said, โ€œKeep the change.โ€

At least, I thought it was a twenty. But I had a roll of bills in my front pocket, had knocked back a few drinks, and didnโ€™t have my glasses on.

At this point, the 10-year City Taxi driver separated the twenty into TWO $20 bills, held them up in the air and said nicely, โ€œYou want me to keep the change on this?

I embarrassedly took the other 20 back. I thanked him profusely, asked his name, and was exiting the cab when he spoke.

โ€œYou know, this money thing, there are two paths you can go. That 20 will come to me. But if I had kept it, that would have been the wrong path.โ€

I was richer for the cab ride home, in more ways than one.