i have a love-hate relationship with cab drivers.
i love them when they're friendly uncles who get me to my destination smoothly & quickly. i hate them when they're bloody rude ah sengs who either crawl through traffic or try to crash the car.
have been on quite a fair number of cab rides these past weeks, what with my busy busy work schedule and lazy-can't-be-bothered-with-going-public attitude, and here are some of my experiences:
- fatherly uncle picked me up from zouk and sent me home, making polite & interesting conversation all the way (which doesn't happen too often seeing that i am me and i am anti-social). he told me his life story, told me about his family, and we ended the trip with him showing me the photo of his daughter - my age, joined miss singapore a couple of years ago. the cab ride was a breeze...
- grumpy frumpy old ah pek shouted at my colleagues and i when we took awhile to load up his cab with several boxes. i'd have taken another cab if the damn boxes weren't so heavy and if i wasn't in such a hurry. he niamniamniam-ed all the way, and to top it off, screamed: "NI MEN BU ZHI DAO LU HAI DA TAXI ZHUO SHEN ME?!?!?!?!" (translated: why you take taxi when you don't know the way?!?!?!) when we couldn't give him directions to our destination. i was, by then, too frustrated to say anything. when my (very patient) colleague voiced out that it's precisely because we don't know the way that we had to take a cab, it just set him off on yet another nonsensical tirade. he tried to make amends though, by giving us 10cents off the cab fare, and helping us carry the super heavy boxes outa the cab, and apologizing for his horrendous behaviour. good thing he did too, or his name and licence plate number'd have found their way to citycab's complain centre. hrmph.
- screwed up ah mat screeched the cab to a stop when i made the innocent remark: "uncle, i think should have made the left turn that just past, will get there faster". he turned and shouted "WHY YOU NEVER TELL ME?!?!?!? ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY THAT I WANT TO CHEAT YOU!??!?! SO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO NOW?!?!? GOES-STUN IS IT??!! YOU WANT TO GET OFF HERE? GO DOWN THIS ROAD ALSO WILL GET THERE, 10 CENTS MORE VERY EXPENSIVE IS IT?!?!?!? YOU GET OFF HERE AND WALK LAH!" i grabbed my stuffs and was all prepared to get outa the cab when he suddenly drove off again. i was FUMING and he shouted all the way. when we finally got there, he said, "OK I GIVE YOU 20 CENTS OFF OK!!! SO IT WILL BE THE SAME. SO DON'T SAY THAT I CHEAT YOU OK!?!?!" i gave him the freakin' money, got outa the cab and slammed the door (yes, i know i shouldn't do that, but WTF!!! it's fucking early in the morning, i was already late, and i didn't get in a cab expecting to be screamed at by some malay dickhead). he got out of the cab and stormed to me! "WHY YOU SLAM THE DOOR? THE DOOR SPOIL HOW? YOU PAY IS IT? YOU ARE A LADY YOU KNOW?! YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR ATTITUDE!?!?!" excuse me, attitude? i wanted to say that yes i'm a lady so i can't be bothered squabbling with you, but i figured ladies wouldn't lower themselves to even talking to that mean piece of shit. and yes i KNOW that it is unladylike to slam the door that hard and walk off with my nose in the air, but WARRAUZ MY PENT-UP FRUSTRATION NEEDED SOME RELEASE! RAH!!!!!!!!!!!
- irritating think-he-so-clever ah seng started off friendly, till he began talking WAY TOO LOUDLY and almost bursting my eardrums with his political talk, spreading his anti-government propaganda, talking big about how he has worked all over the world - what 3 years in new york, 4 years in paris, 4 months in australia etc etc. and he kept pushing "you've been overseas for so long, why you come back? i tell you, you go overseas, you will see that singapore is nothing. singapore's only good for holiday. singapore government sucks. i know alot of things you don't know one. the government people sometimes invite me to hang out with them overseas, the things i hear, alot of things happen you don't know one blahblahblah." nothing i said will make a difference. so after awhile, i gave up and just stewed silently. i just wish he didn't keep talking so loudly - gave me a freaking headache!
maybe it's just me lah...i'm a weird-people magnet......(says alot about me...pffft)
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