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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Mean cowI was driving a mini-cab between jobs in the mid-eighties (I was an out of work pilot). This lady needed to get to Olympia Showgrounds in a hurry. Bad traffic around Shepperd's Bush, so I pull over to check the A-Z for a shortcut. She thought I didn't know the way, jumped out of my car and dissapeared towards a black cab rank. Well no problem, I knew where she lived. So I bought superglue and glued her house lock up, and reported her to the police for jumping out of my cab and she owed me around £6:00. The police were sympathetic towards me (being a professional trying to make ends meet), and issued her with a warning, and I left her a note telling her I was going to the petty claims court. She tried to convince the police that I had glued her lock and should be done for petty damages. They said there was no evidence, and advised her to settle out of court, which she did with a cheque for £10. I returned the cheque to her, with a note to say that 'if she was ever stuck, and needed a cab, call me on - - - - - - -'.
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 5:04, Reply)
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