Let me share with you all a not so quick story from last night...
One of my friends just turned 21, so a bunch of us rocked up to the local club where he had hired out a conference room for us. The bar tab money disappeared quickly (as you would expect) and soon it was suggested we go out in to the city. So off we went, and the dancing and drinking continued into the wee hours of the morning.
At about 4'oclock it became apparent that the 21st'ee wasn't planning on going home anytime soon, so another friend and I decided to pack it in and go home. Trouble was we didn't have enough cash to cover a taxi between us. My friend was going to call his gf to come pick us up, but as it was nearing sunrise was obviously reluctant to do so.
It was at this point that I had the bright idea of doing a taxi run, i.e. when you reach your destination you jump out of the taxi and RUN your arse off. My friend didn't need much convincing, considering the alternatives, and off we went to join the taxi line.
As we went along the taxi driver chatted to us and seemed like a friendly bloke, which amplified the waves of guilt we were experiencing. But as it was too late to reconsider at this stage we steeled ourselves for the mad dash that was about to occur. Believe it or not we were planning to pay the next day through the guys taxi company, but as it happened that wasn't necessary.
So we pulled up at the local shops, I started fumbling for my wallet to give my friend time to cross to my side of the car so he wouldn't be left behind. The driver revved the engine a bit, obviously impatient to be off, but then started looking at me suspiciously when I undid my belt and opened the door while still looking through my wallet. After 15 seconds of this I decided that my friend MUST be on my side of the car by now and I bailed out while yelling "SORRRRRRY MATEEEEE" to the driver. He made a grab for me but missed, and I was off.
I was probably about 50 metres away when I realized that my friend was nowhere to be seen. He was a much faster runner than me so something was obviously wrong. I turned around and saw him standing there with the taxi driver. At this stage I had NO idea how my friend, who’d already gotten out of the car before I ran, had got caught like that. So I, realizing the gig was up, walked back to the taxi to be greeted by one of the funniest sights I've seen in a long, long time.
Picture this, you have this taxi bloke standing there looking a little angry (naturally) and here's my friend with his foot stuck UNDER the bloody wheel of the car, LOL. It seems when the taxi driver had done his little rev he had rolled forward just enough to catch my friend’s foot as he got out. My friend is still a little hazy on the details (what was his foot doing in front of the wheel I ask), but either way the driver had done the neatest bit of foot trapping you could ever hope to see. After I had recovered from my fit of laughter I calmed the taxi driver down by giving him my id and getting his number, which I'll be calling tomorrow to sort out an exchange of id/money.
So the moral of this story is crime does NOT pay. Boys and girls, stay on the straight and narrow, and be good to your mother.
Originally posted by dylHaha, nice story, happy for you that the driver didn't beat up your friend...🙂
Let me share with you all a not so quick story from last night...
One of my friends just turned 21, so a bunch of us rocked up to the local club where he had hired out a conference room for us. The bar tab money disappeared quickly (as you would expect) and soon it was suggested we go out in to the city. So off we went, and the dancing and drinking continu ...[text shortened]... crime does NOT pay. Boys and girls, stay on the straight and narrow, and be good to your mother.
Olav
Originally posted by legionnaireNo cash in the bank either. Next time I'm going to walk alllll the way home.
Why didn't you have him stop at a cash machine while you got out and got money and your friend stayed in the cab? I've done that before plenty of times, and you avoid uncomfortable (and potentially dangerous) scenarios like the one you described.
-mike
a couple of years ago in Melbourne, I had the taxi driver pull up at an ATM at the end of my trip. i was horrified to find i had no cash in the bank, and it occurred to me to do a runner, as i was already out of the taxi. i decided to do the 'right' thing and went back and explained the situation, and offered to pay the guy the next day. he got abusive and an argument ensued in which we almost came to blows. anyway, i took the money around to his place the next day, thinking 'doing the right thing doesn't pay...'
Originally posted by dfm65If he was so mad...why did he let you go?
a couple of years ago in Melbourne, I had the taxi driver pull up at an ATM at the end of my trip. i was horrified to find i had no cash in the bank, and it occurred to me to do a runner, as i was already out of the taxi. i decided to do the 'right' thing and went back and explained the situation, and offered to pay the guy the next day. he got abusive and a ...[text shortened]... k the money around to his place the next day, thinking 'doing the right thing doesn't pay...'
Olav