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 couple of years backI use to work as a supervisor in a call centre and did some late evening shift in order to make some extra money.Since we finished at around midnight we always got cabs home.
Since I was locking up the office the guy who took the booking for my cab always warned the driver that there might be some delay.
Anyway this one evening, one of the other cabs didn't turn up on time so I had to wait around as I couldn't let my poor interviewer waiting all alone in the middle of Brentford, so I went out and told my driver that he'd have to wait a bit longer, which he didn't like one bit and told me he was gonna charge me waiting time, when I said this wasn't a problem, he started to get annoyed. 10 minutes later, the other driver arrives so off I go in my cab. At the time I use to live in Manor House and since I do not drive I am not good at giving directions but told the driver that he could get me to Camden, I could tell him the way. Anyway the entire drive to Camden was ponctuated with insults to other drivers, to me ("you're a girl, you shuld not be working so late, who knows what could happen")We get to Camden I tell the guy to get onto Camden Road, but he turns into Kentish Town Road, so I try to get him back on tracks, but he doen't listen so we end up in Archway. At this point, he was getting really pissed off, telling me that I should know the way, to which I reply that: a) I don't drive so I don't need to know about one ways, etc b)that he could have utilised the waiting time to actually find out how to get where he was going. Once I told him that he decided to get me out of the car, left me stranded in the middle of Holloway Road and had the cheeck to ask me how to get back.
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 13:14, Reply)
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