Your story involving a taxi
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Your story involving a taxi
Porty and Dadaist both claim to have great stories involving a taxi, so here's a thread for everyone to post their best taxi story. After seven days we will have a poll to see which one is judged to be the best. I'm off to think about mine now.
Last edited by Bob Jefferson on 12 Apr 2006, 12:06, edited 1 time in total.
Once upon a time there were two elderly ladies in Edinburgh - sisters - who were unmarried and independently wealthy. Money had little meaning to them.
They liked to take a taxi not to go hither or thither, but just to go out for a ride.
One day, it was my dad that got the fare from them and they asked to be taken out - but the location was not important - they just wanted to go for a journey. I can't remember exactly where my dad took them - not too far but somewhere with a bit of a view. The meter was running the whole time.
They were coming back into town when they asked dad to take them somewhere for a coffee - so he picked Clarinda's tea room on the Royal Mile.
When they arrived, the ladies explained to their driver that they didn't want to get out of the taxi, but would prefer to take their tea and scones in the back of the cab.
Clarinda's and my dad obliged - and a small table was brought to them in the back of the cab, outside Clarinda's. The staff thought this was so funny that they declined to charge them.
Then everyone went home - the table went back into Clarinda's, my dad took the ladies home and collected his fare. I don't know how much it came to or if they tipped him or the tea room staff.
The end.
They liked to take a taxi not to go hither or thither, but just to go out for a ride.
One day, it was my dad that got the fare from them and they asked to be taken out - but the location was not important - they just wanted to go for a journey. I can't remember exactly where my dad took them - not too far but somewhere with a bit of a view. The meter was running the whole time.
They were coming back into town when they asked dad to take them somewhere for a coffee - so he picked Clarinda's tea room on the Royal Mile.
When they arrived, the ladies explained to their driver that they didn't want to get out of the taxi, but would prefer to take their tea and scones in the back of the cab.
Clarinda's and my dad obliged - and a small table was brought to them in the back of the cab, outside Clarinda's. The staff thought this was so funny that they declined to charge them.
Then everyone went home - the table went back into Clarinda's, my dad took the ladies home and collected his fare. I don't know how much it came to or if they tipped him or the tea room staff.
The end.
Homer missed his train back to Edinburgh from Manchester and had to get one to Glasgow instead. It was very late and he needed to get back that night, so he had no option but to take a taxi home. The cabbie was chuffed to bits. Kept telling Homer that in all his long career as a driver he had never got such a lucrative fare. It was always his mates that had such good strokes of fortune, blah...blah... Going through Corstorphine he set off the speed camera. Homer left him weeping over his steering wheel.
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Wouldn't suprise me.xxxx wrote:ecm wrote:You made this one up, didn't you?xxxx wrote:Got a taxi up to princes st once, cost about £8
Shame on you.
I'll vote for it anyhow.
i swear its true, thanks for the support, I really think I can win this one
Costs about £8.00 to get from Porty to Foot of Leith Walk by taxi (I know the journey well). Nearly the same from Foot of the Walk to Princes Street.
My ex hubby got in a taxi to come home one night, the driver chatting away happily, and then ex-h pointd out that the driver was going the wrong way. Driver just chatted on, as ex-h had all the lovely stories I'd told him of Ecuadorian taxi drivers (kidnapping my friends and spraying mace in their eyes before robbing them and dumping them in dodgy parts of the city) flashing before his eyes. Eventually taxi driver turned into a cul-de-sac lined with other taxis, where ex-h was ordered out of the car, to face a gang of about 20 irate TDs. Once there, trembling, he was told to take off his shoes. Having done so, and handed over his shoes to the taxi drivers, they looked at the soles, handed them back and then said "Thank you very much, Sir, sorry to inconvenience you, if you'd like to get back in your taxi we'll take you home...". And he came home. Seems that when some young people had kicked the oh-i-can't-say-that-word out of one of the taxis, they decided to mete out some justice of their own...but picked up the wrong chap.
They still charged him the metre fare, even though he'd had an unrequested detour.
They still charged him the metre fare, even though he'd had an unrequested detour.
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similar to sandra's...
I somehow managed to get myself into a taxi, slump on the floor and then crawl myself out onto the grass outside my flat - not in my parents neighbourhood and not respectable.
I woke up the next morning still on the grass with my downie over me - still don't know how and have no idea if a paid the correct fare.
I somehow managed to get myself into a taxi, slump on the floor and then crawl myself out onto the grass outside my flat - not in my parents neighbourhood and not respectable.
I woke up the next morning still on the grass with my downie over me - still don't know how and have no idea if a paid the correct fare.
Years ago a flatmate (who we later kicked out) borrowed my jacket and went out drinking - he came back at about 4 a.m. in a taxi, came upstairs and went to bed. But the taxi didn't go anywhere - and the driver started buzzing buzzers. Eventually the police were called but they didn't know which flat he had gone into so I think they agreed with the driver to let it go.
The taxi driver waited a while once the police were gone and then left.
It was summertime and my room was at the front of the flat - and while I was sleeping I imagined a burning smell. The next day, when I left the main stair door - there were the charred remains of my jacket - torched by a disgruntled cabbie who had obviously been left the coat as security by my drunk flatmate.
The taxi driver waited a while once the police were gone and then left.
It was summertime and my room was at the front of the flat - and while I was sleeping I imagined a burning smell. The next day, when I left the main stair door - there were the charred remains of my jacket - torched by a disgruntled cabbie who had obviously been left the coat as security by my drunk flatmate.
Dadaist wrote:Years ago a flatmate (who we later kicked out) borrowed my jacket and went out drinking - he came back at about 4 a.m. in a taxi, came upstairs and went to bed. But the taxi didn't go anywhere - and the driver started buzzing buzzers. Eventually the police were called but they didn't know which flat he had gone into so I think they agreed with the driver to let it go.
The taxi driver waited a while once the police were gone and then left.
It was summertime and my room was at the front of the flat - and while I was sleeping I imagined a burning smell. The next day, when I left the main stair door - there were the charred remains of my jacket - torched by a disgruntled cabbie who had obviously been left the coat as security by my drunk flatmate.
A smoking jacket...
I'm cut to the quick.......Pal of Porty wrote:Were you trying to chat him up at the time?Epykat wrote:We jumped in a taxi after a night out about 1am. We were at about Moira Terrace when the taxi just got slower and slower and eventually stopped in the middle of the road. The driver had fallen asleep
It's never had that effect on you
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Taxi Adventures.
I've had some interesting adventures in taxis, but not suitable for on here.
Also had the classic taxi rank punch up also, and the taxi driver from hell who thought I was a tourist in Edinburgh. Tried to take me home from the town to Porty, via Gilmerton!
Also had the classic taxi rank punch up also, and the taxi driver from hell who thought I was a tourist in Edinburgh. Tried to take me home from the town to Porty, via Gilmerton!
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I hate London cabbies, they never get out of their cabs to help with luggage, force their opinions on you - typically racist, xenophobic, sexist.
My worst experience was late evening with the family trying to get from Piccadilly to the Tower Hotel by the Tower of London i.e East from where we were.
As we passed Harrods I realised we were travelling West. When challenged he said - I fought you said Tara Hotel, mate.
Once we arrived at the Tower Hotel he tried to charge me the full fare including his diversion. I checked with Hotel reception on what the price should have been, gave that amount to the cabbie while standing at reception and left him speechless.
Our kids loved this adventure.
My worst experience was late evening with the family trying to get from Piccadilly to the Tower Hotel by the Tower of London i.e East from where we were.
As we passed Harrods I realised we were travelling West. When challenged he said - I fought you said Tara Hotel, mate.
Once we arrived at the Tower Hotel he tried to charge me the full fare including his diversion. I checked with Hotel reception on what the price should have been, gave that amount to the cabbie while standing at reception and left him speechless.
Our kids loved this adventure.
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Re: Your story involving a taxi
We still haven't had either Porty or Bob's best Taxi story.....Bob Jefferson wrote:Porty and Dadaist both claim to have great stories involving a taxi, so here's a thread for everyone to post their best taxi story. After seven days we will have a poll to see which one is judged to be the best. I'm off to think about mine now.
..tho' Im not sure whether I should be encouraging Porty to post his
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