Years ago we got rid of the golf carts and started using a cab. A Crown
Vic - an old cop car. We would stuff as many people that were willing to
stuff themselves in. I moved a bachelorette group one night to the Crab
Shack. There were 11 of them. I took a group of 6 and then a group of 5.
When they were ready to go back to the south end of the island, all 11 got
in the cab and we were off. We arrived at the bar of their choice and I got
out to open the door. The door guy of said bar asked how many were in
there. I said allll of them.
Back then customers would wait 30 to 40 minutes to catch a Breezy. I
would work Friday nights and Joey would do Saturday nights. One phone -
one car, covering Tybee as best we could. Time was precious.
One night I made a drop off at the Poo and this English fellow put a fairly
intoxicated 90% unconscious guy in the cab and said, “Take him to 101
Butler.” Well, it happens that 101 Butler is a 6 unit condo and this guy was
passed out when we got there. I opened his door to let him out and he
started puking, a little bit in the car, but mostly on the ground. He fell out
and rolled under the car. Puke was all over him. I was able to move him
away from the cab, but I wasn’t sure if he was at the right address.
I went to do my next pick up and headed back to Poos. I decided to go
find the English guy to ride back to 101 Butler and help his friend into the
condo. He reluctantly agreed. I dropped him off and told him I would be
back in 10 minutes and take him back to Poos.
I picked up 4 from the south end and swung back through and grabbed the
English guy. I told him he owed me $20 for the ride to cover him and his
friend. He said, “I don’t owe you shit mate!” I said, “If you don’t, I will put
you out on the side of the road.” He didn’t believe me so I pulled over and
said, “Get out!” He did and I drove off.
Saturday night Joey was working and he picked up this English guy who
wanted to know who was driving Friday night. Dude wanted to kick my
ass. Joey told him who I was. Joey called me and informed me to watch
my back. I was like, “I could whip that old dude’s ass. Come pick me up
and take me to Poos.” He didn’t want to, but he came and got me. I found
the guy and started sizing him up and noticed for an older dude he was
pretty ripped. He had on a soccer jersey and I have seen soccer players,
not to mention the English are usually pretty bad ass. So I decided not to
approach the guy and go back to the south end before I got my ass kicked.
I think I walked the whole way because Joey was busy. Two mile walk or
get my ass kicked? I needed the exercise anyway. As always, time passed
and he became a regular customer of Breezy and may start driving for us.
His drunk, passed out buddy is on our dart team now and neither one of
them have a clue that I was the driver that night.
34 TYBEE BEACHCOMBER | APRIL 2018
By Ron Goralczyk
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