After nearly 2 weeks of writers' block, something happened about an hour ago that I have to tell you about! Mind you, my writers' block had nothing to do with having nothing to write, 'cause, you know, I've never really mastered the art of shutting up, whether talking, thinking or writing; it was just that nothing seemed to flow right, and I didn't wanna post just random crap up that would leave you going "huh?". Trust me, you'd thank me for it. ;p
Anyway, I ramble.
So I got to the lobby of my condo, planning to walk to the bus stop to catch a cab to 1 Utama, you know, like usual.. But there was a cab waiting right there, and looking at me expectedly, so I went over and asked, "Are you on call?"
"Yes", he said.
"Oh, nevermind then, thanks", before I closed the door, and started walking to the guardhouse.
Then he rolled down the window and asked where I wanted to go, so I told him.
"If my customer isnt down here in 2 minutes, I can take you."
Feeling a bit naughty, I decided to wait n see, thinking the customer wouldnt be that long, then no harm done I'd just continue to walk out and burn in the way-too-bright sun.
About 4 minutes passed by. The taxi driver called me over, and said he's been waiting too long, so let's go. You've seen those cartoons, with an angel and a devil on each shoulder, arguing about what the person should do right? Well, the devil on my shoulder (Ooh, a Billy Talent song! =D) said "Just get in", and the angel was dying of heat stroke, so.. Nyahahaha..
I think he was enjoying being naughty as well, he kept laughing all the way, like he was skipping class or something, and halfway there the taxi company called, said the customer is downstairs and she cant see the taxi. So he said he cant see her either, blablabla, until he suddenly said, "Ok, customer in the taxi now". =O
Of course the company radioed back saying the customer said she still cant see the taxi, so who has he picked up? Was it a young woman?
So he looks at me, giggles, and says into the radio "Yes, it's a young woman."
The company then asks if he's sure he's got the right customer, is this customer going to Seapark? (I guess this is where the customer wanted to go.)
"Yes, we're nearly there already."
*gives me a surprisingly child-like mischievous look* This is an older Indian man! =)
"What is her phone number?"
"She said she was using her friend's phone."
"Ask her for her friend's number."
He then asks me to say my "friend's" number while he's on his radio, so I rattle off a random 016 number, and the lady on the radio goes "No, no, wrong customer. This one is a 012 number!"
"How should I know? She took so long to come down, this customer going to the same place, I thought it was her. Get her another taxi la, what to do?"
And that was that! Lol.. I did feel a bit bad for the customer, but hey, she took her own sweet time coming down right? (Yes, I say this to make myself feel better. ;p) And anyway, if that made the cabbie's day more fun, then it was all good! He was extremely happy even when I got out so.. =)