Mr. Whaley. No, sir; it did not. When you drive a taxi, sir, as long as I have, you can almost look at a man, in fact, you have to, to be able to tell whether you can trust or whether you can't trust him, what he is.
Now, like you got in my taxicab and I looked you over and you told me just wait for me here and went in the building, well, I will have to know whether I could just say, "OK, sir." Or say, "Will you leave me a $5 bill, sir?"
When you drive a taxi that long you learn to judge people and what I actually thought of the man when he got in was that he was a wino who had been off his bottle for about two days, that is the way he looked, sir, that was my opinion of him.
Mr. Ball. What was there about his appearance that gave you that impression? Hair mussed?
Mr. Whaley. Just the slow way he walked up. He didn't talk. He wasn't in any hurry. He wasn't nervous or anything.
Mr. Ball. He didn't run?
Mr. Whaley. No, sir.
Mr. Ball. Did he look dirty?
Mr. Whaley. He looked like his clothes had been slept in, sir, but he wasn't actually dirty. The T-shirt was a little soiled around the collar but the bottom part of it was white. You have to know those winos, or they will get in and ride with you and there isn't nothing you can do but call the police, the city gets the fine and you get nothing.
Mr. Ball. Who was the other cab driver?