Taxi Drivers

This also deserves its own post even though it relates to my trip home to Rocky.

So i get to Rocky fine (surviving the old guy), and grab my bags. Since Melanie had to work i just grabbed a cab home to save hassles. The cab driver i got was interesting. He was an oldish looking guy who was wearing slippers i swear, anyway, we drove off and i asked him how his day was and he said it wasnt too bad, he asked me if i was at the uni and i said yes then he started telling me about a computer guy he gave a lift to one day. It went something like this:

“I fkn gave a lift to this fkn guy one day, only a fkn young bloke he was. Anyway he was telling me that he worked in computers and actually did all the work for the fkn university and also had contracts with a lot of other fkn people. Smart guy he was, had a fkn BMW and owned a fkn boat as well which he took out every fkn weekend. The day i gave him the fkn lift his missus had actually taken his fkn car keys with her when she went to work and left him without a car. So i took him to his fkn office and he grabbed the keys of his missus then i took him back to his fkn BMW”

I could go on and on, but that should give you the general idea. This cabby swroe like a trooper! I couldnt believe him. He just went on and on with every 3rd / 4th word out of his mouth being ‘fkn’ (yeah ive shortened it, i dont want google listing my blog as a porn site )

Anyway, we got to around shopping fair, which is about halfway from the airport to my flat and he realises that he hasnt turned his meter on yet. He quickly turns it on and makes some comment about him getting in the shit. We get to the flat and the meter reads around $10, so he says that $13 will do even though it should be more around the $20+ mark.

I pay him and get inside as fast as possible.