I spend about 15 hours every week on my way to catch a taxi, waiting for one and sitting in one. I honestly wish I had a car, but until then, a taxi it is!!!
Well it’s not all bad in Taxiland. I get to my destination quicker than I would in a car. Yeah those taxi drivers really hook us up. I admit I do front when the taxi drivers drives on the yellow lane, beat robots, cut in the other cars etc. I’ll be like OMG what’s he doing... why doesn’t he just drive properly... does he want to kill us... blah blah blah. But in my mind, I’d be on some he he he... show them what you got... how could you let them overtake us like that??? Can’t help it guys, I love it when they’re being bad!!! Oh and car drivers, don’t hate the players, hate the game!!! Not even you hooters will stop us! Ha ha ha ha
A taxi is cheaper... well than a car installment (let alone maintaining the damn thing). Although I go on like the world is ending when there is a fare hike (Bathong R1.00???, why not 50 cents!!! OMG what am I gonna do??? OMG OMG OMG!!!), I’d rather take that than Mr. Mboweni’s interest hikes.
I have met a lot of interesting people in a taxi... made friends and potential partners (why is it that the ones that you don’t want to give your contacts to are the ones that ask? Eish!!!)... have heard a lot of interesting stories about people that are don’t even know (there are some hectic people out there)... I have been exposed to more radio stations than Yfm... I have done some serious networking (yep. It doesn’t just happen at the Vodacom Durban July).
But is this worth all the drama??? I have yelled “ngicela u nga si bulali, tuu Baba” (please don’t kill us) more than just a few times (I rock isiZulu when I think I gonna die). I have had more near-death experiences than my little heart can take. The drivers can be seriously rude. The other day I was getting on to the taxi, and the taxi started moving. I stopped because, duh, it was moving. The taxi driver had the audacity to tell me to hurry up and get inside. Bathong!!! At that moment I wanted to march to the bank and get a car loan. Instead I swallowed my pride (I have done a lot of pride swallowing in taxi-related ordeals) and got my butt in the taxi. *sigh*
Just last week Friday I got to work late because the taxi door wouldn’t open. We stopped 3 times before I got off and all 3 times the driver had to get off and yank at the door for several minutes before it could open. I was too busy thinking of an excuse, to tell my boss when I eventually got to the office, to get irritated. The truth??? Come on!!!
I must say that compared to the stories I have heard regarding taxis, I’ve had easy. Landing o a stranger’s lap because the taxi started moving before I could get to that seat at the back; having to stand still for a few minutes after I get off a taxi because I am suffering from cramps after sitting on half a butt; being accused of pinching money after I have collected for an ungrateful bastard who couldn’t count his own money (collecting money is not easy you know, especially when 50 cents are involved!!!); severe kwamentation (armpit odour) etc, amateur stuff!!!
Taxi drama is scary when it’s happening, but sometimes when you look back, it is rather amusing. If you have survived one, please share yours with me. If you have upgraded to another mode of transport, what do you miss about a taxi? What don’t you miss?
PS. Some of you may have experienced seriously traumatic taxi incidences; I hope I didn’t come out insensitive. If I did, I apologise.
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