Mini Cabs From HellWe've all taken a dodgy cab in our time. One guy asked me to give him a back-rub in exchange for letting me off the fare. I was like, "here's the cash mate." Another chappy claimed to be Paddy Patel - a child actor from UK TV series Tuckers Luck - he drove like a speed freak and regaled me with stories that "playing a black Irish boy. England wasn't ready for it." So go on - tell us your worst and we'll tell the world.
[edit: for those confused by the term mini-cab, London has two sorts of taxis: highly regulated, licensed and salt-of-the-earth black cabs that you see in films and a whole bunch of unlicensed, uninsured, random cars driven by nutters who aren't supposed to pick up from the street (you have to phone for them). They are universally rubbish]
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rob, Wed 26 May 2004, 21:44)
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The worst cabby I've ever hadI think, there's a few taxi journeys where I've been amused, or scared, or both. For example, my friend deciding he didn't want to pay his share, and literally jumping out of the cab as we turned a corner.
The scariest cabby though had to be the guy who would not stop talking at all.
'How much do you usually pay', 'Had a wild night out then?' 'Wahay, I bet you go out a lot!'.
Getting progressivley seedier, and more enthusiastic, the guy did scare me quite a bit. Oh well.
Taxi!
(, Wed 26 May 2004, 21:59, Reply)
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