Having worked in the hospitality industry for the last decade....or so..... I have developed a love / hate relationship with taxi drivers. Sure they have tended to get me home safely....eventually...but sound hmmm well that's a different thing.
I had the taxi driver that tried to get on the freeway by going up an off ramp, that definitely took years off my life. Then there was the taxi driver that swore black and blue that the picture on the dash was him......weird he being Asian and the taxi driver in the photo quite obviously Indian.
Then we had the taxi driver that knocked on my door at 2.30AM looking for the person that lived in the unit next door. Fair enough he didn't want the girl who kept weird hours and lots of "boyfriends" late for her "date".
Ahhh how could I forget the guy around a decade ago that admitted to smoking a joint to cure daytime boredom....I've caught a taxi home because I feared I wasn't safe to drive after a long lunch and the taxi driver appears to have smoked a joint the size of a bat.
Given that my experience with Indian people has always been wonderful I am left adding another grievance to my list of taxi complaints, I cant help but thinking that the Indians are getting beaten up and killed in N.S.W and Victoria because people assume they are taxi drivers.
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