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What time is it? What DAY is it?

Photo: Mike Murchison

by Hans Wienhold

That light you’re seeing outside is dusk, not dawn.

I remember picking up a guy with a severe hangover on Stinson once. He was in a frantic rush to get to Rheem on Barton Street; he told me he was late for work.

When we arrived we noticed the employee parking lot was empty. The guy was stunned!

“Where is everybody?”

Then he asked me what day it was. It was Sunday evening. He thought it was Monday morning.

Now, he was pissed off that he called a cab for nothing. He asked me, accusingly, “Why didn’t you tell me it was Sunday?”

After that, I got into the habit of telling every one of my passengers what day it was before we embarked.

Retired Taxi driver Hans Weinhold is listed in his biography as simultaneously a Welfare Recipient at Senior’s Welfare; Self-Employed; and also, a Climate Scientist at BS Detective Services.