Wednesday, 16 December 2009
Cabby Story - as Told to Me
Pic by David Iliff is of a black cab in London.
Scene: Taxi rank at the railway station. Elderly woman approaches the first taxi in line and speaks to the driver. She is followed by a man who stands and waits behind her.
Woman: Could you pick me up at a quarter to eight tomorrow morning.
Cabby: Where do you want to go?
Woman (haughtily): That’s my business.
Cabby: If that’s the case then, Madam. I can’t help you.
Woman (taken aback): What do you mean; you can't help me?
Cabby: Well the thing is, I have to be at Mesley (village 10 minutes drive away) by ten past eight to take a regular customer to work.
Woman: Oh. Right. Well I just need to get to the National Express stop.
Cabby: Would that be the one opposite the newsagents in Station Road?
Woman: That’s right.
Cabby: In that case, I can take you. Where do want picking up?
Woman: Mayflower House.
Cabby: And where’s that, then?
Woman: You mean you’re a taxi driver and you don’t know. It’s been there for over 400 years.
Cabby (who’s been driving the area for just 12 years): Sorry, I don’t think I have picked up from a Mayflower House.
Woman: It’s next to the MOT garage.
Cabby: Which one? Exmarsh? (There are about 4 MOT garages in this small town.)
Woman: (exasperated) No. No. Queen Street. By the old post office.
Cabby: Ah. I know that old post office. (It was the second one in the town to close.)
Woman: That’s Mayflower House.
Cabby: Well I never.
Woman: You will be there at quarter to eight?
Cabby: Yes I’ll pick you up there at 7.45 tomorrow morning.
Woman walks off.
Cabby (to male passenger standing and patiently waiting): Sorry about that sir. It’s quite painful sometimes trying to get the information I need. If she’d said the old post office in Queen Street, I’d have known right away. Now, where did you want to go sir?
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