A few drunken weekends ago I found myself perilously at the mercy of a tattoo wearing taxi driver who couldn’t have driven any more dangerously if he were blindfolded and tied up in the back seat. This fact however is not the awkward situation I wish to force into your brains.
On this particular 3am taxi journey the driver did not feel the urge to make small talk with me about the weather or about that one time he had to give Jimmy Saville a lift to the airport. Oh no, within two minutes of me entering the taxi he felt like going off on a racist rant I shall not repeat. I couldn’t believe it. I am about as far left-wing as you can be without handcuffing yourself to the top a tree while a muscular man with a small penis and a large chainsaw tries to cut it down… and I look it.
I would never humour him and say “yeah I know what you mean”, but I didn’t feel like I could say “shut up you ignorant bastard” as much as I wanted to. So I just sat there feeling really uncomfortable for what seemed like forever when he shut up and I quickly changed the subject.
Has this ever happened to you? What is the most uncomfortable thing anyone has said to you? What is the most uncomfortable situation you have been in? Maybe it was a really bad first date or that cult gathering you attended thinking it was a house party.
Let me know with a comment or I will drive this blog into a lamp-post…
p.s. could someone let me know the simplest bit of php to get your post text as I am phping useless, thank you please.
April 10th, 2007 at 8:34 am
Any taxi ride in Liverpool through Toxteth with my mate who’s a die hard Manchester United fan.
April 10th, 2007 at 5:01 pm
Driving down the dual carrage way out of staines at 80mph with my friends insulting chavs! I hid!
April 11th, 2007 at 4:10 am
No. But a cab driver called Aleks gave me his phone number. Verrrry interesting. “Yeah of course I’ll call you!”. Although he was a guy, he was prettier than most of the girls that hit on me so maybe I should’ve given him a go…
Or just.. you know. Get him to tuck it back.
Ergh. Visual image.
April 11th, 2007 at 6:53 am
Usually any given night in our house, my housemates are religious and often quite homophobic, I am neither so things can get quite uncomfortable.
Oh and chav baiting sounds like a new sport to me
April 11th, 2007 at 7:57 am
Paddy: “tucking it back”… so wrong
April 11th, 2007 at 9:49 am
This reminds me of a ride in a bus. I was sitting at the first seat and it was raining. The window was leaking and water flowing to my seat. Luckily I discover it fast enough before I got myself wet. I started moving and the bus driver looked at me. He was smiling at me and said “Water leaking eh.” What the hell lol.. When we reached the destination, I saw his pants got wet. Looks like he got himself a treat of that leaking too hah..
April 11th, 2007 at 12:32 pm
What did he say? thats just rude to make racist comments. It wasnt directed at you was it? I hate the taxi drivers around here, they speed, go through red lights, and think they can get away with anything. I even had one drive on the wrong side of the road in the middle of the night.
April 11th, 2007 at 2:08 pm
If he had a shaved head, he COULD have been the same taxi driver i had on new years eve who decided to clip the hand of a by-passing vietnamese child. either way, i think i’ve gone off cabs for a while haha.
April 11th, 2007 at 6:28 pm
oh i actually know this one! i once was asked if was interested in double penetration at the gym for crying out loud! i couldn’t even come up with a decent answer. i was THAT shocked!
April 12th, 2007 at 7:44 am
Bobbi-lee: it was something to do with terrorists… he was also a shit driver
Ciel: surely the decent answer would be yes… just kidding