lyft driver
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>Watch taxi driver movie
>about a loner with no friends or family
>could relate
>drinks alone and eats like crap
>could relate
>everybody thinks hes a creep
>could relate
>apply for lyft
>driving mentor meets me right after I applied online
>hired
I'm pretty excited robots. I live in los angeles so ill be able go in the middle of the city and work and see all the digusting filth and scum of the city.
Hope you can manage to keep above a 4.8 rating. You get fired if your under that consistently.
>just finished watching taxi driver
>go on /r9k/
>see this
i liked the movie but fuck the ending what the fuck was that
>>29177985
If that happens I wouldn't really care, because I already have 2 jobs. This is just something for me to do for the mean time.
>>29178040
Yeah, I'm older and barely just watch the movie too.Thought the ending was pretty good for a rather depressing movie.
>>29178040
He died, you mongoloid.
lyft pays like shit join uber instead
I remember there was a whole debacle about lyft drivers burning their "carstaches" over it
>>29178040
he died and what you see afterward is him hallucinating.
>>29178137
>>29178197
IIRC, Scorsese himself said that the ending isn't a hallucination. He acknowledges that it isn't realistic, but it's supposed to hammer home the point that Travis isn't actually a hero despite being seen as one; he just happened to take out his misdirected rage on targets that actually deserved it. When he looks in the rear-view mirror at the end and the music gets distorted, the implication is that he's going to lash out again, and that next time it might be an innocent person.
June 9th. Thank God for the rain which has helped wash away the garbage and trash off the sidewalks. I'm workin' long hours now, six in the afternoon to six in the morning. Sometimes even eight in the morning, six days a week. Sometimes seven days a week. It's a long hustle but it keeps me real busy. I can take in three, three fifty a week. Sometimes even more when I do it off the meter. All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I go all over. I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, I take 'em to Harlem. I don't care. Don't make no difference to me. It does to some. Some won't even take spooks. Don't make no difference to me.
