There are times when I take a cab in SP, I
listen to several noteworthy and peculiar stories. There are those drivers that
do not enjoy chatting, meanwhile others pour their hearts out about family,
events, funny or sad situations, and other passengers. I particularly enjoy
these chats. It seems like the trip is shorter than when it is total silence.
Yesterday, my usual driver forgot we had
scheduled a run; therefore, I needed to call another driver. It would be an
18-minute drive to where I was going. We greeted each other and he started
mentioning some of his pick-ups.
He mentioned that once he picked up a client
who wanted to be driven to and from the international airport, which would mean
a longer drive depending on traffic. As he was driving there, the passenger
told him that he was going to send his dead uncle to Italy. It seemed like he
had to go there and sign the dispatch papers.
Since the driver did not know the
passenger, he said he would accompany him inside the airport. This driver had
lost money several times prior to this event when people asked him to wait and
then disappeared. He mentioned one time when he drove a woman to a bank and she
asked him to wait while she went inside to withdraw the cash to pay him. He
waited and waited, but she left the bank through another door, and he just
ended up losing all the money and time.
Back to the airport. He said they went into the
airport and followed the passenger to the basement. The driver had never been
in the basement and didn´t even imagine it existed. The basement had a section
for the Federal Police, the Civil Police, and the airport administration. To
get into the area, they took his picture and checked documentation.
However, where were they going?
The air was extremely cold, and he wished he
had brought a jacket. The passenger asked him if he had a problem with corpses.
He shook his head. Ahead of them was a large cold room within it, many coffins
lined up and waiting to be picked up or shipped off. The person in charge
rolled his uncle´s caste to them, opened it up and checked the body front and
back for drugs or other objects that could be transported in a dead body.
After signing the paperwork, they placed the
casket in an iron box, labeled it and off they were. The box would be on its
way later that week to Italy and the family there would pick it up and conduct
the burial service. A very profitable ride indeed, both in money and
information.
Written: April 14, 2026
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