cabbie

Canberra's cabbies go in boots and all for a fair deal.

Curious the life of drifting cabbies, all weathers, all places, time or setdown, no will of their own.

The cabbie drove the passengers to the airport.

The cabbie navigated through the busy city streets.

The cabbie was hailed by a group of people looking for a ride.

The cabbie patiently waited for the passengers outside the hotel.

The cabbie accepted payment in cash or credit card.

The cabbie knew all the shortcuts to avoid traffic jams.

The cabbie chatted with the passengers during the ride.

The cabbie helped load the luggage into the trunk.

The cabbie honked the horn to alert other drivers.

The cabbie's knowledge of the city streets impressed the passengers.

See? No-one ever thinks about the cabbie.

That's true, he was a bad cabbie. You should have seen the route he took us to get here.

Now what would a cabbie be doing carrying an antique gun?

Finch, I think I know what happened to our cabbie's savings.

Either way, you're wasted as a cabbie.

Just give me 10 minutes. - Ain't a cabbie.

" Fifty-eight twenty-one." My voice sounded strangled. The cabbie looked at me, nervous that I was having an episode or something.

That cabbie was at the bank.

When he shot the cabbie, he actually briefly lingered at the scene and was seen by some local teens.

But the MO for the stabbings of the third attack and the fourth, the shooting of a cabbie, don’t fit.