Ken.... Ya bring bad karma even if the cunt was drunk 
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This excerpt from Taxi Diaries 2 may improve the Karma;
Q.T.I had this fare a few years back to bring an auld lad home from the pub,
it was a flag down off the street on Barrack street in Cork at about midnight,
the auld lad 'Whittled on' pleasantly the whole way to his home which was just
a few minutes away in Ballyphehane, the part I did remember was him bragging
about having Several pints of Guinness with a Jack Daniels chaser.
I dropped him by his home and he paid his fare and gave me a tip and
I drove off. In stopping at the next Red traffic light I noticed a Fifty Euro
note on the cab floor, which was most definitely belong to the auld lad,
so I doubled back, but he was gone in home and I didn't know which
house it was that he had gone in to.
So I put the Fifty in an envelope and in to the cab glove compartment
and forgot about it. A few weeks later I called in to the pub from outside of
where I had collected him and I explained to the landlady that I was looking
for a White haired mature man who drinks Guinness and Jack Daniels and
that he had dropped a Fifty in my car, she sez to me;
"Frankie, that's gotta
be Frankie, but these days he only ever comes in on a Wednesday night".
"Grand", sez I;
"I'll call back some Wednesday night".
But being the lazy sod that I am, it's seldom that I'm ever up outta bed
before pub closing time, so the envelope was left in the cab fer months,
until ages later, when I was passing the same pub during a rare Saturday
afternoon shift and I just went in and gave the envelope to the same landlady,
telling her to give it to 'Frankie' and I included my mobile on the envelope.
I never heard another word back about it fer weeks, but so what ?
My job was done and I never told another soul about it.
Until this morning ! I'm in the rush hour traffic, the Bosses wife is on the
very busy switch in the base and the city is Gridlocked because of the City
sports hosting 30,000 children, parents and assistants down in 'De Park'.
Next thing over the taxi blower comes;
"Ken Car 16, did you hand a
Fifty Euro note in to a Pub on Barrack street ?".My face flushes as I stutter to answer back;
"Ah, Yea".Base;
"Well that was Ray Car 6's brother and he is here with me in
the base and he sez that was a very decent thing of you to do",I'm in the Joe cringing from head to foot knowing that all the other
drivers can hear what is being said, I think it was my toes that went
Red first and it spread upwards at speed.
An hour later, I'm picking up from a city hotel and Ray Car 6 pulls up
next to me, he tries to force a Tenner upon me telling me that his
brother rang him last week asking;
"Do you know a 'Ken Cash' ?".Ray tells me (while forcing the Tenner in to my top pocket) that he
replied to his brother;
"Of course I know him, there's only One Ken Cash".So much fer doing a Good Deed on the Q.T. !
