When were you last really scared?We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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I do you special price!I visited a friend in Cairo last summer. My life flashed before my eyes on several occasions in Cairo taxis, but the journey from the airport to my friend's apartment really took the biscuit.
His name was Mahmoud and he said he would do me "special price". He asked if the person I was staying with was male or female. "Ah so you are girls on your own..." I told him I had a boyfriend back home.
Mahmoud drove like a maniac. After a couple of minutes it became clear that driving like a maniac was de rigeur in Cairo. I'm amazed we didn't see any fatalities during the fifteen-minute journey and I for one regard having retained control of my bowels a considerable achievement. At one point, Mahmoud turned round to me (physically turned round!) and said, "You and your friend want to see pyramids? Go to Giza? I do you special price!" I nodded and smiled - anything to get his eyes back on the road. "I give you my number. You have pen?" I told him I didn't have one. I really didn't want him driving me to Giza - Nasr City was quite far enough with him behind the wheel. Not to be deterred, Mahmoud leaned over and fumbled around in his glove compartment, eventually finding a pen and paper. He then proceeded to take his hands off the steering wheel entirely (still doing about 80mph) whilst he wrote down his number for me.
I have no idea why I'm still alive.
(, Tue 27 Feb 2007, 16:16, Reply)
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