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Johor Bahru is a fucked up city.
So this morning at around 6.35 my brother and I left the house for the main road to flag a cab down so we could get to school. A few minutes later we manage to hop on one, but not more than 50 metres later both of us got off in disgust.
This Malay cab driver was demanding RM15 for a ride that would usually cost RM5, RM6 at most. His reasons? "Rates are higher in the early mornings."
Well fuck, who does he think he's kidding? My bro has been taking taxis to school for years, and even I know that RM15 (later reduced to RM10, but we still hopped off and got called 'lokek' - stingy) is really just ridiculous. And what the hell? 'Morning rates'? Morning rates my ass.
Interestingly enough, we waited at the side of the road for something like half an hour and not one single cab appeared after that. Two, maybe, but both were occupied and by 7am (I was supposed to be in school by 6.50) I was so pissed off I was basically screaming profanities and cursing this stupid city, its insane cab drivers, and their tendency to just not appear for long periods of time (remember, this was a pretty busy road, where lots of cars pass through to get to different places. So honestly it was quite dumbfounding that we stood there for a while half an hour and not even one taxi drove by).
After both of us got sick and tired of waiting, my bro used my handphone (and all of its glorious 73 sens credit) to ring for a cab, but much to our horror the cab company actually said there were no taxis available at the moment. Believe me, no pirate could've beaten me in a swearing contest right there and then.
Lucky for us, one Chinese cab driver took pity and drove to where we were after he heard the radio transmission. Then we had a satisfying conversation in which we took stabs at the crazy first cab driver and the cab company lady, because obviously there were taxis available at the time.
As expected, I received my punishment of 20 push-ups, which was made more fun than usual because I had to say "I will never be late again." in between each one.
Well, sorry seniors. I don't think I can keep such a heavy promise, what with insane cabs still roaming the city, searching for new prey.
So this morning at around 6.35 my brother and I left the house for the main road to flag a cab down so we could get to school. A few minutes later we manage to hop on one, but not more than 50 metres later both of us got off in disgust.
This Malay cab driver was demanding RM15 for a ride that would usually cost RM5, RM6 at most. His reasons? "Rates are higher in the early mornings."
Well fuck, who does he think he's kidding? My bro has been taking taxis to school for years, and even I know that RM15 (later reduced to RM10, but we still hopped off and got called 'lokek' - stingy) is really just ridiculous. And what the hell? 'Morning rates'? Morning rates my ass.
Interestingly enough, we waited at the side of the road for something like half an hour and not one single cab appeared after that. Two, maybe, but both were occupied and by 7am (I was supposed to be in school by 6.50) I was so pissed off I was basically screaming profanities and cursing this stupid city, its insane cab drivers, and their tendency to just not appear for long periods of time (remember, this was a pretty busy road, where lots of cars pass through to get to different places. So honestly it was quite dumbfounding that we stood there for a while half an hour and not even one taxi drove by).
After both of us got sick and tired of waiting, my bro used my handphone (and all of its glorious 73 sens credit) to ring for a cab, but much to our horror the cab company actually said there were no taxis available at the moment. Believe me, no pirate could've beaten me in a swearing contest right there and then.
Lucky for us, one Chinese cab driver took pity and drove to where we were after he heard the radio transmission. Then we had a satisfying conversation in which we took stabs at the crazy first cab driver and the cab company lady, because obviously there were taxis available at the time.
As expected, I received my punishment of 20 push-ups, which was made more fun than usual because I had to say "I will never be late again." in between each one.
Well, sorry seniors. I don't think I can keep such a heavy promise, what with insane cabs still roaming the city, searching for new prey.