New Years Eve

It's Hogmany (New Years Eve) and I'm bursting to get out working and make some serious dough.
The night starts off busy enough and I do a few good fares round the housing schemes and estates.
Then......the snow starts to come down, just a light flurry at first but soon it's heavier and within an hour it's a white out.
Fairly quickly some side roads are no-go and the main streets are looking dodgy.
I get a shout to an address I recognise and slowly head off.
It's a wee gay fella I've met before. He's a good laugh and I enjoy his camp banter.
We talk about the gay club he's going to and how I know lots of straight people who go there as the music is good and the atmosphere non-threatening and friendly.
He agrees and says it's amazing how even the most macho straight guys who go there get camper as the night goes on.
As we reach the town centre I'm crawling down a snow covered slope when the car in front swerves and skids to a halt side on.
I brake but it's that worst feeling in the world as nothing happens and I plough into the guy coming to an unscheduled stop.
Not much damage done or any injuries but my front end is crumpled so that's me off the road.
My passenger pays the fare and is off to celebrate but I'm stuck and going nowhere.
I call the office and they tell me to wait for the breakdown lorry.
I wait......and wait........ and wait.
Three hours late the harrassed guy turns up (it's been a busy night).
We're both freezing and severely hacked off.
We get the car on the trailer and he drops me off at the garage.
My own car is sitting there. I climb in ramp the heating up, put on some Steely Dan and thaw out.
I decide that's it for the night as even if another car becomes available the conditions are getting worse.
I scream out the garage and head for home.
As I get out of town the weather is clearing and by the time I am back in the house helping the wife and kids get rid of the best Indian Take Away I've ever tasted I'm making plans to get away from this crazy job.