Taxi ( part 1 )

I hate taxi drivers…I am sorry but I have to confess that I hate them from the soul of my heart…every time I take a taxi to go somewhere I arrive to my destination with deep depression…and anger of course…and what happened today is normal for me because I face it every time I take a taxi…well we all know that if you want to know what is going on in this country…the news…the prices…the disasters and the rumors…you pick a taxi and talk to the driver on the way …ask him what you want ... but be careful…he will ask you also…he will know you from head to toe…but this is not the problem…the big problem is the final conversation with him…yes…the price…but let us first talk about the horrible journey with a taxi driver…

you show to him with your right hand to stop…well he will not stop…he will slow down…try to hear the name of your destination…and if he does not like it…he will continue moving…and here is the act that kills me…he does not say “ no” or“ sorry” but rather turn his head to the street in front of him …and that’s it…oh…and if you have luck…and there was traffic jam…well…good luck…you will never ever arrive to your destination....

ok…lets continue with my great events with taxi drivers…for instance that man today…he stopped…I opened the back door…he looked at me with an angry face and said…”come on my son…sit beside me…why do you sit behind”…I told him that I do not want to put the car belt…and that the cold air coming from the opened window annoys me”…he told me “ you teen-boy …if you are not coming to sit in front…you better go out of my taxi…I am not your driver ”…

I picked another one…he was in the middle thirties…told me the whole story of his life…his troubles with his wife…his children…his health problems and of course that he does not have enough money…ok …I knew…he will take a lot of money for that ride…after negotiation I gave him 2 pounds more than I actually wanted to give…

Sometimes I feel like a bottle ice tea standing on the roof in a supermarket…and all the taxi drivers pass in front of me …look to me…hear my voice …and if I was not their type…then they will not take me…but if they found a bottle or 3 to 5 bottles Champaign …I mean foreigners …they will take them immediately

on the way back to home…the taxi driver was listening to the worst singer I ever heard…Shabula is much better…and he had the tune to the maximum…I told him politely to turn the volume a little bit down…”what…you do not like him…blab blab bla”…he mad a move with his hand to give me the impression that the volume was lower now…but it was not…ok…and the cigarette in his hand…I wanted to tell him to throw it away…but better not to say…he will argue with me again…I already have headache…because of…bla bla bla…do I have to name it all…ok…lets go…the taxi was very dirty…and the smell is not better than the public bus and microbus…and he chose the way he wanted to go and did not want to hear any advise from me…and if I wanted to go to an inner street…he refused…and then the money thing…my advise...if you have an mp3 player...take it with you

But I am sure there are good taxi drivers out there…but where are they…anyone wants to take me for a ride

By the way…there were 2 fights with this taxi driver in the picture…first because of the money I gave him…second because I took a picture of him