A cabbie asked me yesterday how much the return train fare was from my end of the world to the big smoke. When I told him, he said: "That's not bad."
No, it's not bad, especially when you consider all the freebies, like listening to the banal dribblings of fuckwits and cockwafts who want to share their pathetic, miserable lives with everyone at the top of their voices, or the corpse-like smell of rotting feet that some people waft around when they, in turn, are not screaming into their nasty little Nokias or eating overly vinegared chips.
The fucker then charged me pretty much the same amount for a ten-mile journey.
6 comments:
You were lucky.
You could have had the Chawmers in the same carriage.
Well, on second thoughts, they would actually all fit in one carriage.
The Penguin
Bugger, missed out the "not".
The Penguin
So you now have head lice, right?
The joys of public transport. Travelling with the great unwashed.
@Old Holborn: no hair, no lice! :o)
I passed my driving test not all that long ago and my instructor used to refer to taxi drivers as "whorefuckers" and once gave me an almighty bollocking for letting a taxi out of a side road.
I used to wonder why he used to get so wound up. Two years no claims later and I can see what he meant - cabbies are the scum of the road.
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