these days - for things in life - I go by taxi cab. And survival of curiosity I had to learn the codes that they handle. "I'm making a 17 in A3, 46 is on board and gives 75." "That's positive."
Each time he approaches the car, I try to scan the driver's face, hand bag and stops. Just open the car door, I smile (with teeth, with or without iron) serious faces, old men, young people and to women of all ages. Ad
my stop and wonder how much is it? Almost always abuse the fare! and that's when I become a troll and throw the door without saying a word ... forces, and look for another.
Once inside the car I become a psychologist, politician, priest and desperate. Saddled upsets me in the passenger position because sometimes I have to interact with a kind of crest or makeshift altar hangings fitted some sort of cloth made from handmade plush lining dusty and faded on it, a dozen dogs moving head accompanied by a herd of the Happy Meal dolls. I've even been the victim of religious terrorism to me a fright against ekeko (esoteric image of abundance, fertility and joy with a cigar in his mouth), in addition to snails and voodoo figures stitches in heart.
The other end
One day, I came across an evangelical driver gave me the Bible in their hands and said, "Brother John readme aloud 13.8". And I could not do more than read required after Matthew 10.12, Luke 5.7, Letters to Thessalonians, Philippians ... and sanctified me to reach my destination. Blessed almost got made and instead of walking was almost levitating up I said a dirty hit and fell on the floor. Plop! Political
both sides Another day, I met a fan of the government and called me Buddy. Background songs Ali Primera. I wondered: Is not my president is the best that has been here, And I: "Of course, my comrade, that's right," nodding his head (like dog taxi) and euphoria side. When in life he commanded the people as now?
The next day I had an opponent of the government. Background (in repeat) the hymn "A heart that cries." I called Buddy. He asks: "Is not this president has done nothing for the people? And I: "Of course my friend, that's right," nodding his head (like dog taxi) and face homelessness. When in the life of the people had ignored as now? What I have been a hypocrite! I must confess urgent ...
Dr. Heart ...
tales I throw the horns and riding taught me pictures of her adultery and adulterated ... I've come so far that a driver once told me: Friend, tell my wife Where am I, that she did not believe me, put his cell and had to tell the street, avenue road and the enraged husband, who by his tone of voice I imagine that borboritaba foam at the mouth in the style of "The Exorcist." After a while told me to do the same with another chick ... That was a wasteful and shameless chauvinist. "I hope women will ask your location to mount horns to him?
Porno psychopaths
The most unbearable are recounting their adventures variegated, sadistic and perverse in luxury, detail and gadgets, pills brand recommended aphrodisiac and lubricants (without shame). And what about those mysterious driver or gesticulating but look askance at you every two minutes as if they were thieves about to ambush you, rather causing the passenger wants to throw the car running. I heard the vocabularies
more shameless, more scurrilous insults, jokes more impoverished, more incoherent philosophies ... So every time I go in a taxi I become a personage willing to live a new journey. Attitude
premonitory
The last strategy I'm using is sit down, buckle up and close your eyes as if asleep so they do not arouse my shame with their twisted underworld. For some days I prefer to be undeterred and look like a bitter hearing impaired, which incidentally, suffers from chronic bad temper.
could not be so foolish and ignore the fact that I have also found good people (very smart) and even old friends - now driving professionals - who have made my trip more pleasant, quiet and can get to my destination faster, healthier and safe. Speaking as
crazy I have not dared or even thought I get on a motorcycle taxi , would be an extreme adventure!. Before I prefer lower Niagara bike.
my car and I want!
Each time he approaches the car, I try to scan the driver's face, hand bag and stops. Just open the car door, I smile (with teeth, with or without iron) serious faces, old men, young people and to women of all ages. Ad
my stop and wonder how much is it? Almost always abuse the fare! and that's when I become a troll and throw the door without saying a word ... forces, and look for another.
Once inside the car I become a psychologist, politician, priest and desperate. Saddled upsets me in the passenger position because sometimes I have to interact with a kind of crest or makeshift altar hangings fitted some sort of cloth made from handmade plush lining dusty and faded on it, a dozen dogs moving head accompanied by a herd of the Happy Meal dolls. I've even been the victim of religious terrorism to me a fright against ekeko (esoteric image of abundance, fertility and joy with a cigar in his mouth), in addition to snails and voodoo figures stitches in heart.
The other end
One day, I came across an evangelical driver gave me the Bible in their hands and said, "Brother John readme aloud 13.8". And I could not do more than read required after Matthew 10.12, Luke 5.7, Letters to Thessalonians, Philippians ... and sanctified me to reach my destination. Blessed almost got made and instead of walking was almost levitating up I said a dirty hit and fell on the floor. Plop! Political
both sides Another day, I met a fan of the government and called me Buddy. Background songs Ali Primera. I wondered: Is not my president is the best that has been here, And I: "Of course, my comrade, that's right," nodding his head (like dog taxi) and euphoria side. When in life he commanded the people as now?
The next day I had an opponent of the government. Background (in repeat) the hymn "A heart that cries." I called Buddy. He asks: "Is not this president has done nothing for the people? And I: "Of course my friend, that's right," nodding his head (like dog taxi) and face homelessness. When in the life of the people had ignored as now? What I have been a hypocrite! I must confess urgent ...
Dr. Heart ...
tales I throw the horns and riding taught me pictures of her adultery and adulterated ... I've come so far that a driver once told me: Friend, tell my wife Where am I, that she did not believe me, put his cell and had to tell the street, avenue road and the enraged husband, who by his tone of voice I imagine that borboritaba foam at the mouth in the style of "The Exorcist." After a while told me to do the same with another chick ... That was a wasteful and shameless chauvinist. "I hope women will ask your location to mount horns to him?
Porno psychopaths
The most unbearable are recounting their adventures variegated, sadistic and perverse in luxury, detail and gadgets, pills brand recommended aphrodisiac and lubricants (without shame). And what about those mysterious driver or gesticulating but look askance at you every two minutes as if they were thieves about to ambush you, rather causing the passenger wants to throw the car running. I heard the vocabularies
more shameless, more scurrilous insults, jokes more impoverished, more incoherent philosophies ... So every time I go in a taxi I become a personage willing to live a new journey. Attitude
premonitory
The last strategy I'm using is sit down, buckle up and close your eyes as if asleep so they do not arouse my shame with their twisted underworld. For some days I prefer to be undeterred and look like a bitter hearing impaired, which incidentally, suffers from chronic bad temper.
could not be so foolish and ignore the fact that I have also found good people (very smart) and even old friends - now driving professionals - who have made my trip more pleasant, quiet and can get to my destination faster, healthier and safe. Speaking as
crazy I have not dared or even thought I get on a motorcycle taxi , would be an extreme adventure!. Before I prefer lower Niagara bike.
my car and I want!
