Adventures in Taxi Land
Me: Take a left.
Driver starts keeping right.
Me: Uh…turn left, right?
Him: Haaa? Turn left or right? makes a right
Me: Please turn back.
Him: Left or right?
Dear Taxi Uncle, as a transport professional, ferrying many each day, you are not allowed to have body odour. You may also not scratch your armpits, whistling as you drive. Thank you.
Dear Taxi Uncle, thank you for pointing out that I speak Mandarin funny. I tried to save you the agony by speaking to you in English, but it seems you, too, are shamefully monolingual.
Yes, I really do want to take this route. Thank you. Yes, yes, this route. Yes. This one right here.
Dear Taxi Uncle, no I never did doubt that you own a successful sideline business, live in a big house, have several mistresses in addition to your beautiful wife or used to be murderously handsome in your heyday. I believe you.
This entry cannot get any more coincidental. I feel for you, Vicki. Hell, I’ve even set a poll up for grading taxi drivers. Have a look here: http://blankanvas.bypatlaw.com/?p=565
I’ve always been amazed by Singaporean taxi drivers. The whole town is so well organized, the transport is great…then you hope into a cab and it’s like some zombie has eaten the taxi driver’s brain. Or maybe that’s the zombie driving?
On my last trip, the Taxi Uncle (TU) wanted to be my bestest friend. I thought he was going to fix me up with a date with his daughter…but then we arrived at my destination.
Next trip, got into a cab with a bunch of Hong Kongers. TU proceeds to pitch overpriced seafood restaurants in Cantonese, and hand out bizcards. Dude. Drive the cab, not into something, don’t hand out cards.
After that I started taking the MRT, much mo’ bettah.
S
have u met a taxi driver who sings in his cab? I met one who belts out jacky cheung’s love ballads. thank god his voice was passable, but my ipod was much more entertaining