maybe this is God's way of telling me
to stop taking taxis.
this is the worst day of my life.
i came back from EL in the afternoon then i took a cab down to church because i had to pass some things to pauline. before getting in the cab i accidentally twisted my left foot but it didnt really hurt lah. in the cab i realised my feet was bleeding abit so i asked the driver for tissues. the tissue he gave me initially was rough so at the moment he was going to pass me another piece there was an immdieate JERK in the cab.
it was then the driver realised he had hit the small headlights (the red & orange one i think) of a truck infront. his side-view mirror was also broken. the mirror totally fell off. the driver came out of the cab & started arguing with the driver of the truck. it was the truck's driver fault because he did not park his truck properly & the truck's front was abit off the lane. i was in the cab, witnessing their argument. then the driver went into the cab & asked me to wait for another one because he knew that they would be talking for very long. i felt very guilty because i knew that it was my fault. if i had not asked the driver for tissue this would not have happened. to make things worst, the driver did not blame me & when he asked me to wait for another cab he was very friendly & even smiled at me. when i got out of the cab i told the truck driver off. i said that he was the one at fault because his truck was off the lane. the truck driver was an indian BY THE WAY.
anyway, after i passed the stuff, i went home, taking a cab again. the driver was going really slowly & i was rather mad because i was rushing for time. (celestine's party at night). but at the junction at bukitmerah view, the mad-ness had totally disappeared. because while waiting for the cars infront of him to pass, i experienced yet another huge JERK in the cab. it was the same feeling i had in the previous cab. what was worst, when the driver got out of the taxi, i realised he was a very small-built man & he was limping. i could tell he was very frail & weak. he went out & the car behind him had accidentally bumped into the taxi. the indian driver apologised & luckily the dent in the taxi was just a minor one.
but i stilll felt veryvery bad. before i got out of the taxi, i passed the taxi driver a packet of famous amos i bought from 7-11. he was very thankful & said thank you quite a few times & that made my day.
this is the worst day of my life.
i came back from EL in the afternoon then i took a cab down to church because i had to pass some things to pauline. before getting in the cab i accidentally twisted my left foot but it didnt really hurt lah. in the cab i realised my feet was bleeding abit so i asked the driver for tissues. the tissue he gave me initially was rough so at the moment he was going to pass me another piece there was an immdieate JERK in the cab.
it was then the driver realised he had hit the small headlights (the red & orange one i think) of a truck infront. his side-view mirror was also broken. the mirror totally fell off. the driver came out of the cab & started arguing with the driver of the truck. it was the truck's driver fault because he did not park his truck properly & the truck's front was abit off the lane. i was in the cab, witnessing their argument. then the driver went into the cab & asked me to wait for another one because he knew that they would be talking for very long. i felt very guilty because i knew that it was my fault. if i had not asked the driver for tissue this would not have happened. to make things worst, the driver did not blame me & when he asked me to wait for another cab he was very friendly & even smiled at me. when i got out of the cab i told the truck driver off. i said that he was the one at fault because his truck was off the lane. the truck driver was an indian BY THE WAY.
anyway, after i passed the stuff, i went home, taking a cab again. the driver was going really slowly & i was rather mad because i was rushing for time. (celestine's party at night). but at the junction at bukitmerah view, the mad-ness had totally disappeared. because while waiting for the cars infront of him to pass, i experienced yet another huge JERK in the cab. it was the same feeling i had in the previous cab. what was worst, when the driver got out of the taxi, i realised he was a very small-built man & he was limping. i could tell he was very frail & weak. he went out & the car behind him had accidentally bumped into the taxi. the indian driver apologised & luckily the dent in the taxi was just a minor one.
but i stilll felt veryvery bad. before i got out of the taxi, i passed the taxi driver a packet of famous amos i bought from 7-11. he was very thankful & said thank you quite a few times & that made my day.
posted by she-man at 4:23 PM
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