My family and I were on our way to Church this morning. We waited and finally a taxi came. The driver was not very friendly-looking and cold.
Anyway, I thought he maybe having a hard day. I mean, in Singapore, things can get pretty stressful, which pretty explains the low birth-rates and boys getting high on pepper
Then we reached this junction. Previous taxi drivers have always continued straight, but this driver was exceedingly smart (I am being sarcastic here). He turned right! It was then that one of us asked him why didn't he go straight. His reply?
Mr Rude Taxi Driver: In front got jam, so I turn here.
How did he know that there's a jam there? Well, he could be Professor Xavier a.k.a. Professor X. His telekinetic powers may have informed him of the jam up ahead. With powers like this he should be working for some top secret organization, instead of a taxi driver predicting road jams. When your taxi driver is a powerful mutant who teaches people with adamantium claws and moves around in a floating wheelchair, you better not mess with him.
For your information, we have been going through the same route with previous taxi drivers and nope, there wasn't any jam in that stretch of road. His tone was pretty offensive and rude, but hey, he maybe getting high on pepper
too, so I guess it's understandable.
Due to his smart maneuver, we had to stop at the Bras Basah Kopitiam. So one of us told the uncle that we would like to stop at the Kopitiam. His response?
Mr Rude Taxi Driver: (stares into blank space - no reply)
Okay it wasn't a real response, in fact there wasn't any response from Prof X here. Why must he be so cold? Even Iceman has a fun personality. Maybe the X-Men is in trouble or the Blackbird crashed or Magneto won a game of Counter Strike last night. I don't know.
Time passed and soon we were reaching the Kopitiam. It was in front of us. One of us told him that he could stop right in front. You know what he did? He continued on! He passed by our destination! What would you do if you were in his taxi? Seriously, he was being rude and all. Then one of us asked him why didn't he stop there. His reply?
Mr Rude Taxi Driver: DOWN THERE CANNOT STOP LAH!! (accompanied by swinging hands) I SEND YOU NEARER. YOU WANT TO WALK BY YOURSELF THERE IS IT?
If the Hulk was there, Orchard Road would be gone. He raised his voice. To me it was shouting, but to the others they said that he just raised his voice and didn't shout. Whatever it was, it was definitely offensive. His reason was that he didn't stop us there so that he could drop us somewhere where we can walk to our destination. I am like "huh?" (No, that doesn't describe it really well. Let me try again.) Previous taxi drivers were able to stop there, except for him. I was like "HUH??? What's up with this guy?". You board a taxi to stop a distance from your destination? The pepper must be going to his head.
We paid the fare and walked off.
After our everything was over, we took a taxi back home. Guess what, the taxi available then was from the same company as the one in the morning. This one was not rude, nor was he friendly. He was cold and quiet. Sheesh, I am not sure what's up with this taxi company.
The taxi driver may have meant well, but his social skills definitely needed some polishing, which shouldn't be a problem for Prof X the taxi driver. Okay, my bad, I shall stop calling him Prof X. Anyway, it's in the past now, so let us all move on with other more interesting things in life like reading my blog.