The question that's usually asked along with
"What time do you finish?"
"Busy?"
"Is this your car?"
Is
"Have you ever been offered a special favor by a young lady in lieu of the fare?"
Speaking honestly and because the wife might read this someday I would have to say no.
There have been "incidents" though.
There was one fairly presentable older woman who told me I was a "very s**y man" no idea why and obviously alcohol played a major part in her forming this opinion.
I had to relate this story back to my mate Tam in the driver's lounge and incredibly that night he had experienced a similar thing when a young lass getting out his car had leaned across and "snogged" him as a thank-you.
This has resulted in us still greeting each other as sexy and snogger much to the bemusement of passers-by.
Thursday, 9 July 2009
redneck
Get a call to pick this guy up on a street so the controller gives me a description that he's obviously phoned in (of himself).
Long beard , baseball cap jeans t-shirt.
I cruise up and down the street and yup there he is.
Bear in mind this is Dundee but this punter looks like someone who should be giving Ned Beatty a hard time in Deliverance.
He gets in and I recognise him from a previous encounter.
That time he had been droning on about kids that lived near him and how it was all gonna stop soon.
To be honest he seemed harmless so I'm not too concerned this time.
Soon as he gets in he's leaning across at me and I have to gently push him back to his side of the car.
He tells me his destination and it is about twenty yards up the road and easily walkable.
I start to feel nervous and when he starts talking about "Doing something tonight that I might regret" am getting seriously freaked out.
He then says he needs to take a detour to a cashline so we turn off at a quiet row of shops , this is one in the morning in the schemes.
We pull up and as he gets out he hands me 20 quid and tells me I'd better not move.
So what would you do?
Obvious nut job has left the car and is now ten / twenty yards away but has left me with far too much money for the fare.
I decide this is ample compensation for the stress he's caused ease the car into first and am off down that lonesome highway.......yeeehaw.
I look in the mirror and he is doing a weird kind of hillbilly dance in the middle of the street I can almost hear the banjos.
I laugh out loud , what a freakin' job this is.
Long beard , baseball cap jeans t-shirt.
I cruise up and down the street and yup there he is.
Bear in mind this is Dundee but this punter looks like someone who should be giving Ned Beatty a hard time in Deliverance.
He gets in and I recognise him from a previous encounter.
That time he had been droning on about kids that lived near him and how it was all gonna stop soon.
To be honest he seemed harmless so I'm not too concerned this time.
Soon as he gets in he's leaning across at me and I have to gently push him back to his side of the car.
He tells me his destination and it is about twenty yards up the road and easily walkable.
I start to feel nervous and when he starts talking about "Doing something tonight that I might regret" am getting seriously freaked out.
He then says he needs to take a detour to a cashline so we turn off at a quiet row of shops , this is one in the morning in the schemes.
We pull up and as he gets out he hands me 20 quid and tells me I'd better not move.
So what would you do?
Obvious nut job has left the car and is now ten / twenty yards away but has left me with far too much money for the fare.
I decide this is ample compensation for the stress he's caused ease the car into first and am off down that lonesome highway.......yeeehaw.
I look in the mirror and he is doing a weird kind of hillbilly dance in the middle of the street I can almost hear the banjos.
I laugh out loud , what a freakin' job this is.
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