Independent transport for baked goods, awkward objects, and people who need to be somewhere. Licensed, bonded, insured. Straps, blankets, and a non-slip deck cut to fit the footwell come standard.
Published so you can plan the day around it. Ratings are conservative. Every figure below has been reached at least once and most of them have been exceeded exactly once.
Quoted per run, not per hour. There is no charge for waiting and there never has been.
Magic Taxi Man does not transport pianos. This is not a capacity limitation. The straps are rated for it, the dollies are rated for it, and I am rated for it.
A piano was moved once, on the fourteenth of June, up three flights, and no fee was collected. It was the correct thing to do and I would do it again, which is precisely the problem.
Do not ask.
Checked against this list at load-out and again at delivery. The list has grown four times and shrunk once.
It started with a phone call about a cake. It has mostly stayed that, though the calls come earlier now and the cakes are taller.
The service area is Broward and Miami-Dade, plus one address in Hollywood that I can reliably find but cannot give anyone directions to.2 If your run falls outside that, ask anyway. It usually works out.
No. Time is what we're carrying (it's the heaviest item on the truck, and yes, it settles — which is why the straps go over the top and not around the middle).
Yes. The vehicle runs cold and the deck runs colder. The cake has never complained.4 I want to be careful about how I've said that.
No. You are my sister.
Two million, general liability, certificate available on request.7 Nothing has ever been claimed against it, though the file is thicker than that sentence would suggest.
A day is plenty. An hour is workable. Three times now the call has come in and the item was already loaded, which I mention only because you'll want to check the back seat before you dial.
It won't be. But if it is, the run is free, the repair is free, and we do not speak of it again — the same arrangement that covers the fourteenth of June, the mirror, and the long stretch of Griffin Road where the exit is sometimes not where I left it.
Six tiers, twenty-two miles, ninety-four degrees. Level.Rebecca — Coral Springs
Asked for the airport. Got the airport.Danny — Davie
He arrived before I called. The cake was already inside. I have not asked about this and I do not intend to.Sibling — verified
Moved my mother's armoire and refused a tip four separate times, once before I offered it.Teresa — Pembroke Pines
and the road goes soft under the wheels the way a sheet cake goes soft in the sun and somewhere past the turnpike i stop being sure whether i am delivering the cake or the afternoon it belongs to because every run is somebody's whole day folded into a box and taped shut and handed through a car window with both hands and the instruction be careful and i am always careful i have been careful since before there were roads to be careful on the exit was there last time i am nearly certain of it the light comes apart into its colors across the windshield the way it does in the mirrors of a certain kind of ride and the passenger in the back who did not get in says nothing which i appreciate and the frosting holds and the frosting holds and the frosting holds
Anyway.
Fill this out and it comes straight to me. If it's urgent, say so in the last box — I read that one first.