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24 Jan 10
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Ive had many in my lifetime however, the one that sticks in my mind was during a spell when I was working in the Czech Republic.
I used to take a taxi to work every day from my apartment. It was very cheap in those days, and probably still is.
Anyway, the particular day in question was the evening of the office Xmas Party. I was taking with me some red wine and some cans of beer.
I used the same taxi outfit all the time although the driver that evening was new to me.
I told him where we were going. Normally the fare was about 6 quid in our money. The driver however had other ideas on his mind. He clearly thought i was an Irish tourist!
He started driving me via the scenic route to my destination. I asked him en route why we were going his way. He told me it was quicker. I had lived in Prague for 6 months so new full well he was talking b0llox.
The meter was clicking on oand i was getting more and more p!ssed of at him. The upshot was i called him an nadenik (which literally means peasant) He, rather abruptly, stopped the car and "offered me out"! I was gob smacked. he opened my door and started pulling at me. I got myself out the car and was holding my carrier bag full of booze.
The nadenik pushed me against his car. I pushed him back, there was more pushing and verbals and i heard glass break inside my bag. The next thing i realised was i was now standing with a broken wine bottle in my hand right up at the taxi drivers neck!
Suddenly, and coming to my senses, I threw the bottle into a hedge and told him to f*ck off. He shouted something to me in Czech and got back into his car and drove off. I was really quite shaken as you can imagine until some little urchin approached me and put his hand on my shoulder muttering something in Czech. i thought he was consoling me. He pointed to my ripped bag and the cans of beer that had rolled down the hill. I nodded at him thinking he meant should he collect them up for me.
He calmly picked my cans up off the fground and walked off down the hill! Charming
I used to take a taxi to work every day from my apartment. It was very cheap in those days, and probably still is.
Anyway, the particular day in question was the evening of the office Xmas Party. I was taking with me some red wine and some cans of beer.
I used the same taxi outfit all the time although the driver that evening was new to me.
I told him where we were going. Normally the fare was about 6 quid in our money. The driver however had other ideas on his mind. He clearly thought i was an Irish tourist!
He started driving me via the scenic route to my destination. I asked him en route why we were going his way. He told me it was quicker. I had lived in Prague for 6 months so new full well he was talking b0llox.
The meter was clicking on oand i was getting more and more p!ssed of at him. The upshot was i called him an nadenik (which literally means peasant) He, rather abruptly, stopped the car and "offered me out"! I was gob smacked. he opened my door and started pulling at me. I got myself out the car and was holding my carrier bag full of booze.
The nadenik pushed me against his car. I pushed him back, there was more pushing and verbals and i heard glass break inside my bag. The next thing i realised was i was now standing with a broken wine bottle in my hand right up at the taxi drivers neck!
Suddenly, and coming to my senses, I threw the bottle into a hedge and told him to f*ck off. He shouted something to me in Czech and got back into his car and drove off. I was really quite shaken as you can imagine until some little urchin approached me and put his hand on my shoulder muttering something in Czech. i thought he was consoling me. He pointed to my ripped bag and the cans of beer that had rolled down the hill. I nodded at him thinking he meant should he collect them up for me.
He calmly picked my cans up off the fground and walked off down the hill! Charming
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the moral here is never call a taxi driver a peasant,theres lots of ways to show me,oops him,that you are being ripped off
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You talkin' to me?
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Ahh the second fella was the peasant.
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Told a moslem driver that mohammed was a jew. Thick c.nut took me serious
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was offered out by a moroccan taxi driver in Liege after emergency stop when friend tried to grab his radio. must've been doing 40 when he hit the brakes.
Also been fronted by a spanish one in Madrid whilst sitting in passenger seat on dual carriageway doing 90. laughed at the fact he had just got his phone out and started looking at pictures whilst weaving through traffic at 90mph. turned side-on, threw his seatbelt off and started shouting abuse |
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Taxi back from Wakefield, £30 fare or so, he concluded after 97% journey complete that i was too wasted to direct him to my destination and chucked me out. I walked the last half mile and did not complain much.
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was recently in prague wee willie,had a run in with a few of them that wanted to rip me off,,just moved on and negotiated better price with another one,,must agree price beforehand or you get ripped off big time,,probably the same the world over.seemed a macho lot overthere though.
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Ooh, it's warm in here
Have you been busy? What time are to working 'til mate? Sorry, I haven't got any change |