So my blogger buddy Claudia asked me the other day… what’s the quirkiest experience I’ve ever had with a taxi driver?
I shared a bizarre real life story that personally happened to me, and she burst out laughing. Though it happened when I was fresh out of school, the memory of it still plays vividly in my mind like it was just yesterday. I thought you may appreciate the humour (please don’t drink Coke while reading… I will not be held responsible if you snort soda up your nose when laughing).
Here’s an excerpt of it from my second book, Who is Magic Babe Ning:
Once, I helped out as a production assistant on a shoot and we wrapped at 4:40am after a long day of filming. I was one of the last few to leave. After waving goodbye to the bosses who were packing the last of the equipment into their van, I walked to the quiet main road to hail a taxi.
By the time I finally got a taxi, I used my last ounce of strength to croak my destination to the driver before closing my eyes. I had massive dark eye rings on my pale face and my entire body felt sore. I decided to get comfortable and lie down on the back seat so I could stretch. I had fallen asleep and was in the land of dreams when we suddenly screeched to an abrupt stop.
My bloodshot eyes popped open and I sat up. Did we get into an accident?
The taxi driver had turned his entire body towards me, glassy eyes wide like saucers and his mouth hung open. His lower lip was trembling and he looked terrified. I wondered if he had just killed somebody. He gazed at me intensely but kept silent. A moment passed and it was getting more uncomfortable.
“What is it?” I demanded, spooked that he was staring at me strangely, instead of looking over his steering wheel. His rapid breathing was unnerving me too.
“Wah lao,” he finally snapped out of his trance and managed a weak chuckle. “Girl ah, you scared Uncle you know. Uncle thought he picked up a ghost!”
Me? A ghost? I blinked.
“There you ah, sitting behind me one moment, then I look into the mirror and you are gone!” Slapping his thick palm over his chest, the taxi driver chuckled and turned back to the front. “Heart attack ah!”
Tucking back my messy long hair, I laughed out loud. I also realised that my comfy white cotton Indian tunic with its long full sleeves was a most unfortunate choice of attire. “Sorry! I was so tired, I needed to lie down to sleep. I didn’t mean to scare you, Uncle!”
It was a memorable moment and I’m sure he would have shared the laugh with his fellow comrades.
What’s the moral of the story?
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