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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Clueless Greek driverI phoned to order a minicab, and was asked to state my destination, a place called Sonning Common. When the cab arrived, the driver not only hadn't been told where I wanted to go, but was unaware of the location's existence.
And, "no no, I have no map".
Ok.. so we set off. To a place called Sonning.
Despite my insisting otherwise, "Sonning, Sonning Common, they are same place".
After crawling along with the window down, asking pedestrians in Sonning, the driver eventually concedes that in fact they're not. At last, thanks to my memory for directions and not his, we get to Sonning Common, where he pulls over and makes me get out to go into a One Stop to ask where the road I'm heading to is. As I return to the cab the stupid tit of a driver is looking at his map.
"yes yes I have map, look".
I get to my destination 15 mins late and pay the guy only because it's a work do and I can put it on expenses.
Funnily enough I haven't used that minicab company again.
Sorry for length
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 9:39, Reply)
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