There is a new moniker I’ve earned from my frequent Facebook about the crazy people I meet on a practically daily basis. I’ve shared once before about a Romeo and Juliet cab ride, so this is an episode 2 to the ongoing hilarity that is shared cab land.
Yesterday, I had the misfortune to be stuck in a cab with a driver who knew very little about the city’s roads. He was following the navigation on the dashboard, and therefore came to a standstill near a pickup. The following conversation ensued:
Driver calls the passenger: “Sir, where are you? I am at the pickup point.”
Customer evidently asks for a landmark; not an unreasonable request.
Driver, ignoring a huge bank, a large shopping complex, a few branded restaurants, and much more, says: “Sahara airconditioner repair. I am on the opposite side.”
In sheer amazement, I turn to look for this repair shop, only to see a tiny tin shack with a flimsy board, without a door, on the opposite side. This is what he chose as a landmark?
Surprisingly, the customer was not familiar with this tiny, blink-and-miss tin shack. Shocking, I know.
Then the customer says something, which I can’t hear, to which the driver says:
“No sir, I don’t know the plot number.”
The two clearly deserve each other.
Epilogue: The driver tsk-tsk’ed at a passerby, who came up to his door. He then handed the phone to the passerby, who took it bemusedly, and said: “Who is on the other line?”
The driver then said that it was a passenger who was lost. That’s right folks, the PASSENGER was lost, not the driver.
Moron magnet, someone called me. Of course.