dont get me wrong, the bad old days when you had more chance of hills laying a bet- than getting a taxi were a nightmare.
now however its gone full circle, they are like lions trying to catch the prey, more taxis than punters and some dont even have a clue where big landmarks are.
surely the dishing out of plates like confetti should end, silly state of affairs
i actually now feel sorry for some of the 'old school' drivers, that at least know the city. they all have a bad name now, due to a rake of new guessers. pal of mine asked to go to oconnell street and the fellow bunged it on the sat nav - i kid u not
i actually now feel sorry for some of the 'old school' drivers, that at least know the city. they all have a bad name now, due to a rake of new guessers. pal of mine asked to go to oconnell street and the fellow bunged it on the sat nav - i kid u not
surely the dishing out of plates like confetti should end, silly state of affairs
surely the silly buying or entering a market that is saturated should end.
supply and demand will sort the problem eventually, as it does most other business ventures.
surely the dishing out of plates like confetti should end, silly state of affairssurely the silly buying or entering a market that is saturated should end.supply and demand will sort the problem eventually, as it does most other business ventures.
The best thing about getting a taxi in Dublin now is that if you get an Irish lad, you can get him to unleash some tales of wrath about the foreigners now taking their business.
These tales all begin with "well I'm not racist at all, but". In fairness got a great lad the other week who had a couple of gems about his multi-national colleagues. My favourite was he was just heading back to the airport following a run to Tallaght, and pulled up at a set of lights. At the lights beside him was another taxi, with the passenger having a map opened and looking at it, while the driver was punching his Sat Nav. My driver caught their attention rolled down the window to ask him did he need a hand, the British guy in the passenger seat said they were looking for Bewleys Leopardstown! The Irish lad told him to get out, as the other driver obviously didn't have a clue, but the other driver refused to let your man get his case out of the boot, unless he was paid. Much shouting and arguing ensued until finally the Polish driver let the British passenger get his case and get in the other taxi without payment.
He had about four or five stories of the like all of which kept me greatly amused for the journey. He got a decent tip.
The best thing about getting a taxi in Dublin now is that if you get an Irish lad, you can get him to unleash some tales of wrath about the foreigners now taking their business.These tales all begin with "well I'm not racist at all, but". In fairness
The prize for the most brainless comment goes to; " Fu ck 'em. To this day it's still a licence to print money if you know what you're doing. I couldn't care less about their livelihoods." Obviously if its a licence to print money then there is no problem with their livelyhoods so you dont need to worry your little brain worrying about them!
The prize for the most brainless comment goes to;" Fu ck 'em. To this day it's still a licence to print money if you know what you're doing. I couldn't care less about their livelihoods."Obviously if its a licence to print money then there is no pro