... this evening, about 7pm, I'm heading home from the CBD (because that's where I work as it happens). It was, in the vernacular, pissing down. Taxis were in short supply and high demand. But I gave it ago, not wanting to be schlepping up a hill home, in the rain, with one of those silly fold-up umbrellas, in $300 shoes.
I spot one on Park St, just before George St, vacant light aglow in the darkening evening. I put out my arm, Mr Taxi driver indicates and pulls in.
"Bingo" think I, "I'll be home in time for FridaynightcrimeontheABC". But NO. Some arrogant little shit in a pin-striped suit and a Tin Tin haircut actually pushes me aside and leaps in. The fucker stole my taxi!
Somehow, I just get the feeling that wouldn't have happened if I'd been 22 and wearing a short red dress.
Friday, February 13
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If I was that taxi driver, I'd have refused to take that bum where he wanted to go! In fact, I'd have told him _where_ to go!
Zoomie, damn, I forgot to put a pox on the taxi driver.
Again, had I been 22 and "appropriately dressed" he may well have told suit boy where to go!
How RUDE! Both the taxi thief and the taxi driver!
So why not go back there one night see if you can spot him, and have a shout. Even better, a friend of mine spotted a guy that did the same think in London, tracked him to his office the next day and had a fit in front of him in the foyer of his work. And it worked as he was with his boss apparently and SHE made him apologise in front of the massed voyeurs... result ;o)
What Roo said!
lovely idean Roo but I don't suppose I'd recognise him, they all look the same, these boys in their city suits.
DMM - Tell me about it, same in them, same out of them..... Whoops, sorry, there's me drifting back to my youth....
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