Stuck in a traffic jam earlier this evening with a goon of a glib taxi driver who refused to turn on his meter, and bogged down as I was with heavy groceries- I couldnt just walk off when he demanded 5 times the usual fare! What a twitchy, shifty, talkative, fellow...I was startled when he just left his seat; strolled towards the sidewalk and proceeded to buy himself what appeared to be an early supper. Overreacting is reserved for an extreme situation, and this one seemed under control, so I observed with some amusement, tinged with a vague sense of irritation, as he casually strolled back to take the drivers seat. Obviously and much to my relief, he wasnt inclined to share or care as he promptly released the pungently, malodorous waft of a garlicky, fish sauce concoction which he had all the time to concentrate on as the traffic wasnt budging an inch. And focus on his food he did; with such single minded purpose that I was forced to listen in awe; as he crunched, munched and tucked away a plastic bag full of garlic ...in silence :) Then, as the cars started slowly moving ahead...my pot bellied, shaggy haired, garrulous cabby, rolled down the passenger window, and nonchalantly flicked his plastic bag out into the street, where he seemed to think it belonged!!! Against my instinct, I chose to remain silent or risk getting booted out with my plastic bags😂 Finally made it back after close to 2 hours! Welcome to my Bangkok:)
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 16:12:57 +0000
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