Guess who I had in the back of my cab

Well, it was me in the back of the black cab this morning and, oh dear, did I ever regret the travel mishaps on my way to a meeting that meant a cab was my only hope of arriving on schedule. To say the driver was loquacious would be a gross understatement. He was the archetypal cliche of a taxi driver. Opinionated, racist and unstoppable (except at every traffic light which miraculously turned red as he slowly approached it.) It’s been so long since I’ve been in a black cab that I forgot that, unlike the cheerful mini cab drivers I usually encounter, the drivers are a grumpy bunch who want to bend your ear on any topic that takes their fancy. It was an uncomfortable 20 minutes - but unlike my cheerful local cab firm, this driver knew the way to my destination - including the short cuts - and got me there in time to join the meeting.

One Response to “Guess who I had in the back of my cab”

  1. It’s a shame that you had a bad experience. I hope next time you will have better journey to work.

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