I once worked for a taxi company years ago. You were called an independent contractor. I learned later that this was code for hung out to dry flunky. You could work whenever you wanted, so I went out seven times in six months. I did not have a phone at the time, and they were always calling my mothers house for me to come in to work. The guy who interviewed me said that I should make enough to pay my rent and bills. He told me that you should have enough left over at the end of the day to buy a sandwich. You were lucky if your take could buy you a stick of gum. You had to pay your taxi rental, mileage, and gas. A couple of times I broke even. One customer said he could not pay when he was dropped off. He said I should come back at 11pm and hed settle up. There was no concealed carry back then either. You usually had to pick up people on the tough side of town because people in middle-class neighborhoods already owned cars and didnt need taxis. I was so ticked one night because I had not made any money. I was in a hurry to take the cab back to the office, so I floored the accelerator on the highway. I had to put the gas to the floor merging with ramp traffic, and even then the car only topped out at 45mph. It was a Ford Fairmont, or Dodge K car, or some other such piece of crap. I got back to the office and there was a dispute about the earnings. The dispatcher got a little annoyed, so he threatened to call the police on me for theft. I dont think I went back after that incident.