Nicolson square. Lights at red. Car waves me out into Nicolson Street.
Down to lights at Chambers Street which are red.
Taxi (Plate 808) comes screaming up the inside like a plink on a mission. The lights change, he zooms forward racing the cars moving through the lights. Bus at stop, he pulls out and past it, just in front of the queue of traffic. Picks up at the Tron, going to Northumberland Street.
Spoke to him at lights. Seems he thinks I wiped him. He was behind the car who waved me out and I should have let him through.
NOT!!! Get it thicko. NOT!!! And NEVER.
How did I know he was going to Northumberland? Because the thick plick told me, almost invited me to follow him. Another dummie unable to win an argument wanting to resort to violence.
Obviously the brightboy has learned nothing from the Stevie Nolan case. What does it take?
Thing is, if someone had stepped through the traffic stopped at Chambers Street, the speed this guy was going at, and the obvious rush of blood to his head needing him to get past me, well he would have totalled them.
Oh, the gem was that he also told me that I was the reason the trade was so vile? Didn't quite understand the bright boy but if he was referring to me personally, and he knew who I was, then the fact that the trade hikes prices, restricts drivers access to the tools of their trade and treats customers with such disdain that private hire is expanding exponentially, obviously hasn't tinkled over his brain cell.
Driving dangerously, putting customers and the public at risk, strikes me as being more reason for the public to think our trade is vile. When cabbies' behaviour descends to playground level, then isn't the game a bogey?
