Tuesday, October 30, 2007
alright. here are the facts:
ok. so that was the fact. anything needed to be authorised or verified, the above facts are given in an objective way. no bias-ness. just facts. dan can vouch for it too.
and now comes the abusing part. this part, alot of vulgarities, alot of anger. paiseh hor.
okay, first things first. if you are to be a taxi driver, a good one anyway, you have to know your roads right? even if you dont know them, please please do have a street directory in your beautiful glove compartment. it isn't so difficult.
so if you should have customers whose destination you do not know, please, stop the car someplace safe, pause the meter, and CHECK THE FUCKING STREET DIRECTORY!! (sounds so familiar~ except the latter.)
and uncle, i asked you very nicely if you had a street directory, and i was prepared to look it up for you! which passenger does that, i ask you? and you just had to loudly say " oh, mei you mei you! wo mei you de! " eh, owning and checking a street directory very ps meh? clever people check up directories and save up on petrol uncle!
that aside, my dear uncle. i ask you ar, which taxi driver drives at an average of 40 bloody km/h? i understand if it is a busy junction and stuff, but hey. we had stretches of straight roads, straight roads! and there is absolutely no small side roads or whatsoever. it was like a bloody expressway. who the fuck drives at 40km/h on an expressway! come on la uncle. " cck crescent" is NOT going to pop up halfway through the expressway!!
dan told him to drive faster and he still went at the same speed. maybe occasionally his foot spasm and hit the accelerator and it went faster for like, 3 mins, then the slowness comes back again.
fucking irritating cann!!
and hello, uncle ar, we are all very frustrated already hor. i know dan raised his voice and kaopei-ed you. if i stayed in the taxi for another 10 mins going at 40 an hour, not knowing where to go. i'd strangle u. but hey, you don't fucking raise your voice at my boyfriend okay? we've given you like so many hints we're frustrated already, asking you to get some confirmation, make some decisions until it boiled up to this level. you dont fucking tell us off and start tsk tsking around while still driving so slowly.
and you don't come and start muttering bloody things under your breath like " ai yer, zao zhi dao bu yao zai le." fuck u. don't think i didn't hear that amongst dan's complaints over the phone to steph. i'm sitting inches from you, not a few meters. and im not deaf.
speaking of which the driver seems to be selectively listening... either that or he's partially deaf. (of which should not be the case bcos it wd be dangerous!) for example, when dan told him to drive faster NICELY, he like pretend he didnt hear anything and didn't give any reaction at all!! he didn't even drive faster!
and when i told him nicely to just go straight when he's still contemplating a side road that's never seen before, he like never hear me, didn't give reaction ( again!) and he continued to comtemplate until i said louder " go straight uncle!" then he " orh". then drive so slowly again. happened a few times i believe, and sometimes dan amplified my voice for me (it seems to work better).
you know what uncle, go and retake your fucking taxi license.
okay so dan actually called steph and complained about the taxi uncle. he talked in the taxi and complained (quite loudly) whilst i was just sitting there behind the driver seat quietly. i was actually fucking pissed off already, but i don't know how i managed to keep so calm. my voice when i talked to the uncle was calm, but there's already significant tones of irritation mixed with it. i felt more like a commando giving a recruit orders.
after he let us off at kranji, i paid for the 5 bucks. and i was already fucking pissed and ready to explode. the taxi was jerking it's whole way to krangi mrt! like if it were sexually arousing i would probably have like 5 orgasms already.BUT ITS NOT! it's really bad, after i came down i felt like puking. fucking carsick. on the way to the mrt i exploded into a string of vulgarities. dan was a little shocked i think. (sorry sweetheart)
we took the mrt to yew tee, met steph, got the notes, and i got back home. and here i am blogging about the fucked up taxi ride.
i may have missed out on some nitty gritty details, but yeah, that's pretty much it! and we're going to have to complain. i can't imagine if that guy picks up some ah beng or hei se hui people. it'll get him fucking killed.
anyway, i love you darls! muah!
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