Spock Misses The Point

Disgruntled Pakistani.  Business has been slow that Wednesday.  Been in the country for about six years.  Been driving a cab for about five.  Thinks he’ll be going back to Pakistan, as he doesn’t like Australia because he find it arrogant in international affairs.  He thought I was from Vietnam, but I corrected him that I’m […]

Haven’t written about cabbies for a while.  I thought I’d try to write this one up before drifting off.
He is from Bangladesh.  He’s been here for 4 years.  Loves the weather here because it’s not too humid.  Like me, he hates the humidity of the country we’re from.  Unfortunately Thursday night business wasn’t too good […]

Two nights ago, a Spanish cabbie insisted upon me the following.
“There is nobody who will love… love… love… you more than your mother.  Your father, he can’t do much for you, but he wants you to be rich and successful.  But you must fuck, fuck and fuck as much as you can.”

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It took a while before either of us spoke.  He started the conversation by saying, “Waste of life eh?”  I said, “What was that?”  He was pointing out a young guy sitting on George Street with a sign, waiting for handouts.  The boy looked no older than 19 or 20, and in good health.  It […]

After a night of talking more rubbish to friends and strangers alike, I shared a cab home with a couple of friends.  We started talking about movies and their soundtracks and he joined in with a comment.
He had a slight English accent.  Wish I could place it more precisely.  He seemed to like the soundtracks […]

Cabbie number five was from Bangladesh.  Started his shift late at 8pm (usual cab shifts begin and end at 3am and 3pm).  It was a very quiet Sunday night.  He reckons it was due to people staying home on Fathers Day.  Sunday nights usually aren’t pumping with business, but he said tonight was especially quiet.  […]

In contrast to the last one, this gentleman had a sunny disposition.  He was just about to finish his shift and didn’t live too far either.  He came from Vietnam to Australia in 1988, because he didn’t like the communist rule.  Like me, he loves it here.  Good weather, good lifestyle, and excellent seafood.  He […]