It's a typical Thursday night. Around 4 AM I get a call from a guy I have picked up a few times before. He seemed to have walked down to a Texaco gas station and was calling from the pay phone there. I swing by there to pick him up and he tells me that he wants to go by a friends place around the corner to pick up something. So I pull up infront of the house to let him out. As I'm trying to turn the van around I notice a police car pull past me. Then the guy comes back and jumps back into the car. We take off and about 200 yards down the road I notice police lights flashing behind me. I thought he noticed my California stop at the stop sign. The officer walks up and starts to talk to to the guy I just picked up. He asks him,"Where did you get all those DVDs?" He replies,"They were here when I got in the cab." Then I replied,"Huh?!?!". 2 hours later I'm in handcuffs in the police station, not knowing what the hell is going on. Apparently, the guy just burgalrized that house and I was technically the 'get-away car'. The whole time I keep telling the police,"I'm a taxi driver, I pick up strangers for a living!" It took them 3 hours to realize that and release me.

I'm picking up someguy at 6:30 AM and taking him to work. When it's that early I am ususally wearing my sunglasses. The guy jumps in the car and notices the sunglasses. He immediately asks me "Are you blind?"