March 19, 2013

  • taxi drivers

    every now and again- i have to catch a cab home or to some place. More so in other states, especially without my trusty car.

    some cab drivers are really pleasant and nice. some can’t drive for shit- when i was in Sydney, 2 cabbies almost made me sick because they kept braking for no apparent reason, it was a straight road with no traffic yet it was stop, start, stop start. argh. needless to say they were asian drivers -_-”

    some cab drivers drive like they’re in a rally car- like the cabbie we had last saturday who mind you rocked up 20 minutes late (who does that?) and proceeded to speed down the freeway at ridiculous speeds. I thought we were going to die.

    some cab drivers can be really cranky, especially the ones who pick me up from the airport and realize they’re going to a really close destination. I can’t help where I live.

    then there are the sleazy cab drivers that creep me out. Once when I was in Sydney, this cab driver tried unsuccessfully to convince me to take him back to my hotel instead of paying my $10 cab fare, i told him that he could keep the fare as there was “no going back to the hotel” with him. EWW. i felt so disgusted. those are the worst cab drivers, ones that make me feel extremely unsafe.

    there are some cabbies who are just weird… like the one we had on saturday night who spoke randomly in a soft spoken voice where i couldnt really hear or understand him but somehow my partner knew what he was on about. the weirdest conversation we had that night was when he pointed out to a hotel and him telling us that he was invited there to go to a swingers club. we werent sure if he was propositioning us or what was going on. seriously, we couldnt get out of the cab quick enough…

     

    the nice cabbies are far and few between, finding ones that know where there going is also a hit and miss.

    i usually use the same guys (that know where they’re going, nice and professional).. but when im forced to hire a cab off the rank or off the street… im always nervous because i never know what im getting myself into.

     

    argh

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