Dear taxi drivers,
I don't want to tell you my income or my bank balance. Am I rich? Yes, in many ways I am, but guess what? It is none of your business. My real estate status isn't something I want to share with you either. You don't need to know where or with whom I live, and nor do you need to know who I pay money to each month, whether it is the bank or a landlord.
It is none of your business if I am a good cook and keep a clean house. I have no intention of doing either of those things for you.
When I ask you if you take Cabcharge and you say yes, don't turn around at my hotel and tell me that you won't accept my voucher and demand another credit card. When I give you cash and ask for a receipt, I expect you to write the amount on the receipt, not just the date and your taxi number.
It is none of your business whether or not I am hot in the clothes I am wearing. If I had my damned luggage I would probably change, but you don't need to know that.
I do not want to go to Star City Casino with you. Nor do I want to go out for dinner and dancing with you. No, you can't pick me up when I'm ready to go home, and nor can you take me to the office each morning.
Yeah, I think my cleavage is OK. This does not give you the right to tell me I have great tits.
In fact, please don't speak to me at all. That way we will both be happy.
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Eww, eww, eww. I hope that driver was an anomaly. I like having a chat with taxi drivers sometimes, but personal questions like the ones that he was asking or comments that he made were out of line.
I wonder if the cab company knows that he's like that? Ick.
-velvet
I actually called the company to complain about him, but they said that the process takes about 3 months. Ewww
Yep, that is definitely creepy and sleazy. And I want to know why it takes 3 months to complain to the taxi company. That is an unacceptable situation, which basically makes it very unlikely this guy will ever get reprimanded.
I hope your weekend has been soothing your travel woes away!
Like ew ew ew ew ew!!!! Where do you find these people (or how do they find YOU!?) I can't believe someone would comment on your cleavage like that! Gross! And offer to take you out! Gross! Tacky! Sounds like you need a tazer. Or a blowdart gun. I am trying to learn how to make one myself...
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