Taxi driver's talk to me.

I'm not in work tomorrow, so like a kid, I'm refusing to admit I'm tired, so I can stay up longer. Apart from feeling I'll get more value for money if I stay up late on what would be a school night, it's too hot to go to bed anyway. Hotter than Bangkok yesterday, apparently. I've told loads of people that fact today. Not only is it a great little info-gem, but also the word Bangkok is comedy gold. Any word with 'Cock' in it's a winner.

My taxi driver on the way home commented that it was only fair that we should whine and moan about the weather until it's perfect for us. 'After all, that's what it's there for...' I considered putting up a fight about it being for a bigger purpose than our idle chit chat, but stopped myself. Very different conversation than the one with this morning's driver, who'd just been bitten by the corner shops' dog.
I get at least one taxi a day, as a non-driver, so over the years I've got to know quite a few of Apec Taxis finest chauffeurs. Usually, as soon as I see the car, I know which one it is, and either brace myself or sigh relief. Sometimes it's like trying to carry on text conversations with loads of people, because I try to remember the last conversation we had, and pick up where we left off.

I couldn't say who my favourite driver is, because I like loads of them, but the one I dread the most, is the long haired, monotone voiced simpleton who loves to make a political comment about 7 am. Sometimes he waits for most of the journey, silently, until I think I've got away with it, before laying some wank arsed comment on me. My favourite this week is: 'You don't need any qualifications to be a politician. I'm more qualified than the Prime Minister, probably'.

Yeah, keep the change.


Updated Sept 21st:

Today he pointed out that we'd just driven past eight silver cars in a row.