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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PragueI had just arrived, a lone female in a strange city, and was being driven to my hotel.
He was trying to explain in very bad English, that there was a big problem with pickpockets, and they will quite often slash your bag straps to nick the bag. I just didn't understand him, so he pulled out his own (fucking huge) knife to demonstrate the technique.
When I finished spacking out quite severely I realised he was only trying to overcome the language barrier in the medium of mime, and wassn't actually going to butcher me limb from limb simply to steal the few meagre Krona I had on me. Bless him.
I ended up giving him quite a good tip. Like, don't pull a knife on customers again.
(, Fri 28 May 2004, 12:10, Reply)
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