Silvertop

He was shaking in his seat
Riding through the streets
In a Silvertop
To her door

I may have to consider changing my preferred taxi company. Silvertop
has been okay, I can remember their phone number (131008), they have my address on file, and of course they’re referenced in one of my favourite songs.

Tonight though, they didn’t give me a brilliant performance. The cab I called seemed to take ages to get to me, and from the lack of geographical knowledge the driver was to display, I guessed that the reason he took ages is was that he couldn’t find me. After all, I only live on a main road…

When he did find me, he almost drove right past – past the reasonably prominently displayed street number, past me waiting on the street by the driveway, stepping towards the curb as he approached. Bravo, Mr cab driver.

His aforementioned lack of geographical knowledge (something that could be quite handy to have, if one was a cab driver) meant he needed directions pretty much for the whole trip. With the aid of my directions (lucky I knew where I was going!) his driving was okay. Well, apart from the two pedestrians he almost knocked down at one point, but to be fair, they were dithering and crossing against the lights.

Upon arrival at my destination, he was unable to find change from $20 for the $11 fare. Grumble. Okay, so I put it on my credit card instead. Hmm. Must remember to check the card statement carefully.

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