Taxi's

I am sure you have all had your run ins with taxi’s, but I hate them so much.
Maybe we should get a flippen squashing machine and park it on the side of the road and as they drive past, pull them over and squash the life out of the dam things!!!!!
I nearly crashed the other day when a taxi used its indicator………… yes an indicator….!!!
I mean normally you have to use your psychic powers to figure out whether or not they are going to change lanes, stop or ride over the pavement.
Yes yes yes the pavement………. Heaven forbid a person walks on the pavement, because that in actual fact is the Taxi lane. You see us mere mortals cannot see the specially marked signs stipulating this.. only taxi drivers can!
Just like they are the only ones that see the special sign at the robots that says, “Red means cars stop, taxi’s you can go…”
The funniest thing I saw one day was this taxi driver pushing a broken down taxi………. He was thin and tiny………. And there were still passengers in the taxi!!! Big fat mammas!!!!
That was just too funny. The passengers won’t get out, because “they paid” and won’t get out unless there is another taxi waiting or they have gotten to their destination!!!
It always amazes me at how they all get into the taxi…. and then you find out how they fit 4 people in the front seat…. They take the steering wheel off and steer with a vice-grip!!!
I kid you not… a vice-grip.
And then you see a taxi lying on its roof and it turns out he couldn’t stop because his brakes got wet, because they were pieces of cardboard.
I have even seen a passenger with the petrol tank on her lap!!!!!
It really is a different experience driving with them all over the road, with that stupid idiot hanging out of the window shouting at the various objects walking on the side of the road.
I have had my mornings of playing “drive the taxi off the road” with fellow irate drivers down Potsdam Rd, and also kept them in the right lane when I know they want to get into the right lane, and hooted the hell out of them…….(not one of my finer moments!!)
The sticker on the back of my car doesn’t say “vrees vokol” (scared of nothing – translated in more polite English!!!!) for nothing!
Oh to be South African!!!