The Taxi

[ROllerton]

A passenger in a taxi tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him something. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window.
For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, then the driver said, "Please, don't ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me." The passenger, who was also frightened, apologized and said he didn't realize that a tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much. To which the driver replied, "I'm sorry, it's really not your fault at all.

Today is my first day driving a cab.
I have been driving a hearse for the last 25 years."

[Len Petterson]

Another taxi story.

We are not to many Swedes in Canada, and fewer are driving taxi, but I did.
One nigth a lady gets in in the cab and asked me if I mind if she is looking for her husband in some bars. They are going overseas the next day.
We find the husband in the 3rd one, well inibriated. On the way home, he has some choise words for the driver. All in Swedish! The wife is asking him to be quiet, the driver may just understand ! NO WAY! IT'S not another Swede in town, my lady. When some more words directed to the driver.
When he handed me 50 cent in tips, I bowed my head and said: Tack sa mycket. (Thank You; in swedish)
I have never seen a person sober up so fast and never a bigger smile on anyone, than the one his wife had. From ear to ear!
Len Petterson.
Yes. it's a True Story