As a tedious disclaimer.....
I did not become a taxi driver in Playa del Carmen.
All taxistas in Quintana Roo wear these taxi shirts; I am thinking it is a requirement of some kind of union or government syndicate. I was wandering down the street one day and happened on a uniform store. Hanging discreetly amongst the chef jackets and nurse uniforms were these taxista shirts, so to add to my gag bag, I bought one.
The first time I got off the ferry from Cozumel and had to pass through the gauntlet of touts, people you should have seen the hoots, hollers and high fives the taxistas gave me. I don't think they have ever seen such an obvious tourist wearing one and wondered WTF the story was.
A young busboy at that lobster place, Casa Mission, thought I really was a Mexican taxi driver and asked me how a taxi driver like me was able to get a gringa like Lilly.
I have to be in the mood to be the center of attention, but when I am, wearing it while we are peddling down the bicycle lane on the main tourist street of Fifth Avenue, the joy is palpable. Block after block of tu-whit tu- whoo.
And many offers to sell their taxi to me.
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