When I first got here, I always wonder why my relatives and friends automatically have their temper on critical level the moment they enter a cab. A simple question, a tiny mistake or a simple comment from the driver would spark them to angst.
I was polite the first few months I was here. I was overflowing with 'Please' when telling them something and 'Sorry' when they don't understand me. As I required to ride a taxi more and more, I was feeling my patience going... going... gone...
Seriously - yours would too if you have to put up with their crap at least twice a day.
Here are some of it:
- In that small space, they would dare fart.
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| It's our spices, not our hygiene! uhhmmm... i dont think so. |
So when they open the window, reserve some air. Some don't even do that courtesy believing you wont be able to distinguish their farts from their body odor. Oh boy, I wanted to tell them I do. Which would open the debate that they DO smell. (Its the spices, not our hygiene! Uhhmm.... I don't think so... )
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| I rather you keep the change! |
- Picking their nose then using the same hands to give your change.
- Being envious when you listen to your head seat. In retaliation of your selfishness, they would open their radio to high volume so you wont hear your own music.
- Their main objective is to get you where you want to go - your safety comes second (they use their mobiles while driving), and your budget (they would go the longest route possible that is riddled with stop signs and bad traffic) third.
- They would treat you like stupid if you don't speak their language. (Geez, 90% of the people working here expatriates, and most company thrive from the tourism trade. Sorry for expecting you to communicate and understand basic English).
- They learned everything by themselves. So you should know where and how to go to your destination just in case you got a new driver. (Otherwise bear the burden of extra cost but get a free city tour in the process.)
Especially this one really happy driver who was old enough to be my grandfather, but still danced to and sang along with the newest Madonna song. He sure ended my day with a smile.




