The Taxi Driver

Our first post is about a taxi driver.

I met this taxi driver today rushing to one of my classes. Normally I don't really take cab because I am a very poor girl that spends most of whatever money I have/earn almost immediately after I receive it. I suppose that's mainly why I run out of money for transportation most of the time. Anyway, I guess I usually like most taxi drivers, but this taxi driver was really. Horrible. Like. HORRIBLE.

So the Queen helped me download the uber app earlier today but I figured that I might as well go down to the taxi bay in case there was any taxi waiting. And just my luck, there really was a taxi!

So I happily asked the uncle if he knew how to go to my class, showing him the address. He immediately started agreeing. Then I asked if he accepted nets, which he didn't. And the very super duper broke moi decided to just forget it and  run off into the night  to find another cab that would understand me better. And accept nets. But no, he started saying as long as I had $10 it's okay.

So fine. I boarded.

This is what happened next:

1. The taxi driver stopped at a traffic light and demanded for my $10 immediately, not waiting for the metre to run
2. The taxi driver drove me to Duxton Hill instead of Dickson Road as was clearly stated earlier (do note that he read the freaking address and still managed to send me to the wrong place anyways).
3. He wanted to refund me and naturally I assumed he was gonna refund me and send me to the right place, aka DICKSON ROAD and not DUXTON HILL. Or at least he'd bring me back to Clarke Quey. So after returning me $7 I decided to be nice and say keep the change, since I thought that he would have at least that amount of human decency and wouldn't strand me in the middle of nowhere like that. BUT NO.
4. He said thank you for the $3 and I thought we would be going off again. Buuuuuuut. He sort of gestured for me to get out of the car. Wth. So I decided to hell with this dickhole and I told him to return me my $3, which he thankfully (and grudgingly) did.
5. But he left me stranded at Duxton Hill regardless. And apparently no taxis take nets???!???!??!!?!??!?!?! Because I asked so many taxis if they had nets???????? And they said no???????? (And many of the taxi drivers were really rude so ughhhhhhh)
6. So I gave up and used uber instead. Thank God for the Queen and uber.
7. And the uber uncle is nice!
8. But I ended up an hour late for lesson ):

Anyway, moral of the story is: 

DON'T GO TO DUXTON HILL IT'S KINDA CREEPY AT NIGHT.