Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Taxi Cab Confessions
I love talking to Sapporo taxi drivers.
Perhaps it's the anonymity of it all, or the fact that I usually take a taxi because I've missed the last train after having an awesome night out with friends and I'm in a talkative mood. Either way, when I step into that taxi, all inhibitions about my terrible Japanese fly out the window and I just start talking.
It's never incredibly deep conversations. They ask me where I'm from and how long I've been here, and I ask them how long they've been a taxi driver. We talk about family and Sapporo. My most favorite conversations are when I ask them what they did before they were taxi drivers. I've had construction workers, jieitai (Japan self-defense force), and - my most favorite of all - enka singer.
I guess being a taxi driver can be kind of a lonely life - always driving around people you don't know and meeting hundreds of people a night for just a brief moment. When the 20-minute ride from Susukino to Sumikawa is over, and we pull up in front of my apartment, they always tell me that they enjoyed talking with me. We shared a brief destination together, and then they drive off into the night.