Taxi driver, just for a Saturday evening

If I don't find any other job, I could always become a taxi driver, since I like to drive.
Tonight I've been driving a couple of youngsters around in the city. No problem, I'm pretty cool in the jungle of taxi drivers and other aggressively driving people. (Like most foreigners - when it comes to driving I must admit I'm pretty much a racist.)

I almost forgot to drop one of the passengers off in my normal absent-mindedness. Then I remembered that I get asthma from the AC and few Swedish passengers like it windy in the backseat. And once when I was going on a car vacation with my kids, I ended up with back problems. Suddenly it didn't seem like an alternative any longer.

I'd better figure out how to take advantage of some more unusual skills and insights.