The Final Tour I admit I was miffed – near the end of my shift when my radio squawked a request for just one final run ‘til my workday was done – to a house with an east-side address. I was slightly perturbed when I pulled to the curb and I anxiously tapped on my horn, then I started to go when my fare failed to show – but my dutiful sense left me torn. I was Irked as a crab when I climbed from my cab and proceeded to kno...