actually I have to dissagree a little once upon a time when Nabbies were of strine origin they were Ok ` I was a nabbie the most interesting job that have ever had seeing every walk of life and situation knowing which polli went to which brothel Domestic disputes The 5am picking up the last of the slops form that last open bar and having to put my foot down as far as the eating of mustard dripping hot dogs that stank of greesy oil fried onion ( you eat it first then get in the cab) ` and if you are gonna vomit,, wind the bloody window down ` It did not always work ` one time a skiniy fella that ate more that a bluewhale did a techno yawn right on the inside of the windscrean ` Took a day to pull the dash out toget fid of the stench ` In short,it was also one of the highest paying jobs ever when others were pulling $10000 pa my off the book was more like $120,000 ` with the bonus of making 50 to 200 15min freindships a night and on average doing 1000km per 12 hour shift` and could tell a person the color of their letter box when they gave me a destination if they insisted on directing me that pissed me off no end
( ps prostiutes after a night shift smelllike garlic) ` In those days you did not have computers and you had to verbaly out bid other drivers by nominatiing a location or intersection and I was the master of the long bonnet and the backalleys toavoid being caught for cheating (long bonnet= if you are at X+Y street,,you wait till you hear theother bids then pick the most unkown street closest tothe job,and win the bid)
