I'm going to. Watching her walk down the sidewalk in the side mirror, you decide you just might. The Regular Dispatcher reads calls over the radio, stringing intersections like a city up for auction. Fifth and Harrison. 23rd and Noriega.
Closest driver wins the fare, farthest fare loses the ride.
The address comes over the radio. You recognize it. A regular, she calls the inside line. Certain things can be said. They call the same company every time, tip well.