Mini Cabs From HellWe've all taken a dodgy cab in our time. One guy asked me to give him a back-rub in exchange for letting me off the fare. I was like, "here's the cash mate." Another chappy claimed to be Paddy Patel - a child actor from UK TV series Tuckers Luck - he drove like a speed freak and regaled me with stories that "playing a black Irish boy. England wasn't ready for it." So go on - tell us your worst and we'll tell the world.
[edit: for those confused by the term mini-cab, London has two sorts of taxis: highly regulated, licensed and salt-of-the-earth black cabs that you see in films and a whole bunch of unlicensed, uninsured, random cars driven by nutters who aren't supposed to pick up from the street (you have to phone for them). They are universally rubbish]
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rob, Wed 26 May 2004, 21:44)
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A few years ago in our first year in the US,ex hubby and I sold a car at a car show 60 miles away.
We called a cab to get home and the driver quoted us $60 (fair enough).
All the way home he was asking us about England. After 20 miles of this he started telling us how much he loved Benny Hill and for the next half hour kept saying "Bloody murder, bloody murder"
When we finally got home, he charged us $10 and thanked us for making his day! Eh?
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Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Thu 27 May 2004, 23:54,
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