like I’ve already told some people, I had quite a terrible taxi trip on Friday night, not to mention it got me pissed-off too.
had dinner with my mum and cousin at Pu Tian restaurant in Kitchener Road. finished eating and decided to catch a cab home. so we waited outside for about 20mins, and speaking of which, during that 20mins, three EMPTY cabs did pass by us. But for some stupid reason they decided not to pick us up. and COINCIDENTALLY all three drivers were Indians. so what can I say?
anyway after that zzz 20mins, we decided to walk further up to Jalan Besar where there were lesser people. but due that road being quite deserted we decided to split up. My mum and I waited on one side of the road while my cousin was on the other side.
10mins later a taxi came from our side so we got in. Naturally my cousin walked over from the other side and got into the taxi from the other door. The moment she opened the door to get it the uncle started screaming. (all our conversations were in dialect cos I suppose he doesn’t know English or Chinese)
Uncle: “Oi! why you get in from that door, later got car come and bang the door how?”
Mother: “Uncle, she has eyes to see one”
Uncle starts to murmur some unknown words. I was minimally pissed at that point. The whole road was fucking deserted. Do you think a car will materialize out of nowhere and ram into the taxi? Maybe that uncle’s a fanatic of Harry Potter.
And so we got in, then I came to realize that he didn’t switch off the hazard lights after like 5mins. and he continued to leave them on for another 10mins. I think only a blind/deaf person would have missed it cos anyone who knows cars will know that when hazard lights are on its flashing and makes a ticking sound.
Plus, I wonder whether to have pity for us or for the vehicle itself, I got literally hear the ‘cries’ of the vehicle. That uncle was really pushing it, changing from gear 2 to gear 3 only at 50km/h (you’re supposed to change at around 25km/h).
At first we were supposed to go to my house then to my cousin’s house. But halfway my cousin decided to get off at my house and take another taxi home. so you can imagine how bad it was. But that’s not all.
Upon nearing my house, there was a need to make a U-turn at the traffic light.
Mother: “uncle please make U-turn here and turn into Rosyth Road.”
Uncle: “eh… U-turn ah?”
Pissed ‘Mother & ME’: “YA”
Uncle: “cannot leh, no U-turn sign”
Extremely Pissed ‘Mother & Me’: “GOT LA”
can you imagine how pissed we were? and the uncle seemed relentless.
From Rosyth Road still have to turn into another road where my house was.
Mother: “Uncle drive slower hor, later in front have to turn right”
**Uncle continues at same speed until we reach the turning point
Mother & Me: “HERE HERE HERE TURN HERE”
Uncle: “Hah? orh ok”
AND FINALLY, when it reaches the front of my house, my mum tells him to stop here, but he didn’t stop till like 3 houses away.
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that has gotta be my worse taxi experience in 2007. and coincidentally again it was a yellow top cab. Seriously I never get good rides with yellow top cab taxis, had one pretty pissed off incident in sec school with another yellow cab driver too. wonder whether they are all so unruly.
that uncle is lucky we were in a rather good mood, so no further pursuing of matter, but I’m still rather pissed thinking of it now. LOL. I should learn to forgive and forget. haizzz