A taxi driver picked us up on baggot st at around 3am on saturday. We said we wanted to go home but stop at a shop along the way. He said, “I will leave bring you to the shop, but after that I am going home”. I said “what the fuck?”. He asked if we wanted a different taxi so I said YES and got out and said to him “very nice, real professional”.
We had moved around 10 feet in total and we were back on the pavement. Someone else was going to get in. I then shouted at them “dont get in, that guy is a FUCKING ASSHOLE” and tried to take a photo of his taxi plate as he sped off. I then started laughing.
These taxi drivers force their shite complains and conversation on you all night. They are always banging on about how there are so many taxis now. When a guy is asked to bring people home at 3am on a Saturday he decides he is only interested in doing a half a job.
I suppose it’s better than the guy who was programming one of the main streets in the city center into his sat the other week. He had his hand going through the steeringwheel as he drove.
The taxi drivers in london study the knowledge, the ones here are schooled in pure ignorance.
I was driving home from work, doing the speed limit going through some green lights. Some guy got upset with me, he seemed to forgot that traffic going straight has the right of way at a juction. He wanted to turn right across me and started beeping at me. I pointed at the light and gave him the finger. If he does’nt know even the basics of driving lets hope he has his shit jeep reposessed soon.
It seems the idiots in the cheaper suvs are the ones who are the most angry this week. Maybe its because they knew they were crap and couldnt really afford them in the first place but they wanted to fit in. I dont know with whom they want to fit in but it is not working. Some retard from Wicklow was also tailgating me to work this morning.
I have moving house hell to look forward to this week. One of my boxes flew away in the wind as I carried it out of the office. I wonder why I am moving my stuff but staying in this country. I actually asked someone for the box and it cost me a lunch ticket. I have a feeling I will have a Larry David moment tomorrow when I find out the box hit the guys car as he left work. I am dreading hearing “isnt that the box that Kevin wanted, wonder why he threw it away”. Hmmmm.
99% of road users in Panama are Porsce Cayenne/Audi Q7s (driven by 19 year old hot chicks), converted American school buses (ALL driven by Tony Montana/Mr T) and fucked up nissan sentra taxis driven by what can only be described as blind deaf infirm smelly violent retarded Tony Montanas who either charge 1 dollar or 10 dollars for a journey. i still prefer it to driving in Ireland.