Driver offers a cabbie’s-eye view of city via Twitter

The night cabbie knows this: No reader really cares about him.

The stars all sit in the back seat, with their wild stories, brazen stupidity and, every so often, sage lessons.

Andrew Gnatovich tweets about the luck of the ride, good or bad.

Like the night David Hasselhoff cut into the cab line outside Caesars Palace and slid into Gnatovich’s taxi with “a leggy blonde in tow,” crowing, “It’s good to be me,” only to go light on the tip. Moments later, the cabbie helped a foreign tourist find a lost wallet.

His tweet on “So I got $2 from David Hasselhoff and $103 from a random Japanese guy. All in a day’s work for this #Vegas cabbie. Things are looking up.”

Gnatovich writes in 140-characters-orfewer bursts about the real-life characters who cross his path. He’s an Internet Dickens of sorts, unraveling yarns in installments, a purveyor of old-fashioned serials, writing in the newest of mediums.

His 6,500 Twitter followers devour his street narratives, rants about Uber and hassles with arrogant casino doormen. He riffs on old couples in love and starry-eyed teens, unleashing a sardonic wit to relate rides with winners flush with cash and losers whose credit cards are rejected at payment time.

“Lady: Oh we’re going the back way! Me: Yep, this is how they bring the President in. Lady: The President stays at the Stratosphere? Me: No.”

“A fellow cabbie told me that his last passenger asked him to turn off the A/C because they thought the cab cost more with it on.”

“Wow. This cabbie thing. I gave a free ride to a crying girl because she was having a rough time and then my very next fare gave me a $100 tip.”

Gnatovich knows why his tweets attract an

Andrew Gnatovich, Las Vegas cab driver