fleet dispatcher or taximeter

Though sometimes people just need a sounding board and some one to vent to, I am sure that there are potentially massive risks to the arm-chair therapy of hair-dressers and other confidantes or perfect strangers, so I was relieved to read, as the Swedish edition of The Local reports, the municipal government of Stockholm has elected to staff some of its area taxi cabs with licensed psychologists.
From the backseat (cab drivers are not treated as chauffeurs in Europe and riders generally sit in the front passenger seat), a professional solicits one to open up, communicating with the eyes in the rear-view mirror. Though the reputation of dreary, serious Nordic peoples is untrue and unwarrented and the population—despite the long winters and less frequent co-habitation, is probably no more or no less at risk than any other, the service can barely keep up with demand.  Riders are bringing all sorts of problems and anxieties to the mobile therapists. So it remains a case of life-imitating-art and passengers’ stories don’t come back to haunt them in a revamped reality-television series, the drivers, whom are also ready to lend a sympathetic ear or shoulder of course, sign a non-disclosure contract. “Thank you very much!,” as Latka would say.