In my experience (although frankly that’s not saying much) there are 2 different types of taxi drivers: the ones that don’t say a thing and the ones that won’t stop talking. My experience features the latter.
A couple of days ago I managed to get so lost that I, for the love within me, couldn’t figure out how to get back home. So I called a taxi and after making fun of my situation for good 5 minutes he continued to give me a summary of his life, advice for everything and anything, and his opinion on heaven and hell and everything in between.
Here is some of the information I acquired during the surprisingly long (I must have been hella lost) ride:
♣ the proper way to make oatmeal
♣ what he has for breakfast (porridge on the weekdays and croissants with cheese and honeyed ham for the weekend in case you were wondering)
♣ “give a man a fish and he’ll be hungry tomorrow give him a fishing rod and he’ll be hungry no more”
♣ Gone with the Wind is an overrated movie
♣ so is Breakfast at Tiffany’s
♣ he likes the Iron Man movies because Robert E. Junior and Gwyneth Paltrow are so (and I quote) “yummy”
♣ he married 5 times
♣ the first time was at 18 and divorced 9 months later (meanwhile here I am 19 and single)
♣ he calls his current wife “she who must be obeyed”
♣ his mother owns a chicken farm
♣ he had a motorcycling accident at 19
♣ he’s from Africa (not so sure about this piece of information though)
♣ but he does speak African (which is why I figured he’s from Africa)
and last but not least:
♣ he has two Dachshunds named Dolce and Gabbana
Needless to say I didn’t utter a single word the entire ride; which is just the way I like it smile
Has this happened to anyone else?
What are your taxi driver experiences?