As things never run according to schedule here, you never know when you might be free after your appointment, so when your specially approved taxi driver is too far away to collect you, you have to rely on the many dirty, smelly taxis that circle women like vultures, all beeping their horns calling for attention.
I recently had the pleasure of arguing with the second taxi I hailed (after the first driver used my lack of Arabic to charge me the world for a twenty minute drive home) who made me feel like the most unreasonable human alive after I asked him to crank up the air con to which he replied, its not working - the fan is on full. Which meant that the air con device had run out of gas, leaving me to endure the ride home sweating like some second rate cook in a small greasy dhaba, and paying for the privilege.
After a few minutes, i could bare it no longer, the smell of his body odour seeping into my nikab was too much to bear, the sweat trickling down my back making the already moist fabric of the seats cling to my back in a 45 degree environment, was enough to make me faint. I had to get out the taxi and hail another, all the while listening to the unkempt driver of my current taxi shouting out the window for "her majesty to buy her own car and travel in style!"
Why oh why do we have to rely on these idiots? Leave your experiences below:
