Monday, June 20, 2005

Conversations with Taxi Drivers #467

Our brief exchange went something like this:
"Holy Shit!"
"%$@!%$$#@"
*gasp*
*gasp*
On Saturday night I opened the door to get out of a taxi. And it was promptly taken off by a passing tram.

6 comments:

Riza said...

%$@!%$$#@ indeed!

Then what happened?

skander said...

Well, after a brief freakout by all involved, including the tram passengers, and a three-way address swap between myself, the taxi-driver and the tram-driver, I hit the engagement party I was arriving at.

Still quite rattled, everyone I met, one regaled with my tale, suggested a drink to calm my nerves. Little food + good champagne + mild shock = very hammered.

I'm off to the local legal centre in the morning.

Unknown said...

YIKES!!!

That must have been a heart-stopping moment.

mj said...

faaaaaark!

That's scary! 8 lives to go tiger!

LadyCracker said...

Skander!

How did you go at the legal centre?
Is your wife being extra nice to you this week due to near death experience?

skander said...

It was a bloody waste of time. They told me to come back at 6:30pm, with all the other new 'customers'. SO I'm pursuing other angles.

And yes, I'm getting all sorts of special attention from all quarters, which is nice.