Taxi Tales (2)

Bad breath

You want to know what is bad breath? How bad can a bad breath be? You might want to ask.

She sits behind me, I can smells it from the driver's seat. When she talks to you, it will knock you out dead. I tried to hold my breath all the time, until I could not take it any more, wind down the windows then take a deep breath. Ahhhhh fresh air.

Next day I bought an air fresher, those that could spray out to mute out those bad odours.


Mother's love

About 6.30 pm on Sunday. Sent a gentleman to the airport. Super long queue of Taxi, it went all the way out to airport boulevard, definitely not worth queuing. So I drove along ECP, deciding whether to enter Rochor road or drive into ECP looking for a fare.

Grabtaxi pings. National sailing centre to Hillview. Bid for the job and got it.

Driving into National sailing centre, only a group of teenagers about 13-15 years old chatting at the reception. So I call the passenger's number provided by grabtaxi, a woman answer the call. She explains she will call her son to come to the Taxi.

Then it dawns on me she is remote supporting her son, booking a Taxi for her son to come home for dinner. I sent him safely home for a fare of $27 dollars.


Two Oranges

Picked up an old lady at AMK Ave 10 around 11.30am. She is going to Upper Thomson road where they serve very good "yong tau fu". We started chatting, along the way she told me her son is driving red colour taxi too. He will bring his grandson to her place so she can looking after them.

She keep on thanking me for picking her up (other taxi skips her as she looks old and frail).

Well, we landed at a landed property where a maid comes out to help her to carry the stuff.

She pass me 2 oranges as a present. I kept them in my car as a reminder not to forget to offer assistant to anyone who needs it.